The Walls
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We had ten days -- ten days to prepare for what we knew could be our last few days. We were put in an arena to fight each other; to the death. First, the wooden wall keeping us from the electric wall will be burned down, and then the electric wall will be turned off and taken down, leaving us completely unprotected and free to do whatever we'd like with the other teams. You see, the Walls was an idea at first, before each territory leader agreed on it. They thought it'd keep the peace and quiet neutral between each territory. But, they were wrong. The Walls just made everyone furious; more than they actually were. People were now, instead of being picked out of the group, volunteering to go into the games just so that they could kill each other. - Warning, Strong Language and Mild Violence -
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