All Chapters of The Harvest Game: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Freya's P.O.V   _____________   "Frey... Frey..?!".   Kendrick's voice half startled me out of my long lived sleep. "Mhhm?". I rolled about the bed trying to keep my eyes shut in the partially dark room.   I heard light footsteps towards the window, then the sounds of the curtains swaying before the rays of sunlight pierced through my eyelids.   "Arrgh!!?", I groaned slowly sitting up with the back of my palm shielding my tender eyes as their returned from the darkness. "What is it???"   "School", he added lightly pointing at my breakfast on a stool beside our bed. "Really Frey?". He arched a brow before walking towards the mirror to adjust his tie.   He was already fully dressed for school.   After sighing, he spoke again. "I've been waking you up every morning for the last few years, and every single time..", he spu

Belle's P.O.V___________   I looked through our text on the crappy farm game again while waiting out the front of my house. It had been about thirty minutes since I got back and I told mum I was worried about Laura. A black car park in front of our lawn, making mum's mini Jeep look like some scraps from the junkyard. The tinted glass from driver's window slowly lowered. "What are you waiting for?... Get in...", Laura gestured before I managed to drag her feet into the passenger's seat. "Nice ride..",  "Yeah, and it wasn't cheap either.." After those two sentences were silence. Taking a deep breath... "Hope you're not doing anything illegal?... Aren't you underaged to drive?... You'll fail if you don't come back to school!... Where have you been!" Laura smiled lightly. "Nope, yup

Freya's P.O.V_____________ "Pathetic..", I mumbled to myself while walking pass some corpses. These people were so weak I haven't even felt the urge to play with any of them! "Pathetic... pathetic.... Pathetic!", I kicked a corpse over. "I think we've gotten rid of all the bombers, Freya". Anna was coming from behind when someone punched her from behind. Her glasses fell off. "Ohh ohh", I managed to hold back a chuckle as Anna turned to face the guy who was barely standing.  She slowly looked down to where he was gripping her leg.... WITH HIS DIRTY HANDS! Anna was paranoid about dirt. She kicked his face with her free leg. Once. Twice. Thrice... continuously till he looked like he had lost consciousness. "You. Dirtied. My. Socks. Asshole!!!",