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“Come on, Scarlett, we’re all playing it. Don’t be embarrassed.” I raced around the corner to see Silver tugging her to a circle in the middle of the living room. I let Vanessa go to pull Scarlett close to my side. “What’s the game?” I snarled. He grinned at me. “7 minutes in heaven.” “No!” Scarlett looked up at me from under her eyelashes. “It’s okay, Osprey. Everybody is playing.” Fury raged through me as I already started plotting the revenge I was going to take on Silver. I knew what he wanted. It was the same thing every other male in the vicinity would want when they saw her, but she was mine. Mine, dammit.

GIGI'S POV As I staggered through the bush, my stomach grumbled in protest. The hunger pains were relentless, like tiny knives that never stopped twisting and turning in my gut. But I had to keep moving and keep fighting. Because in this wild, dangerous place, there were only two options: kill or be killed.

×××× [CHANNEL 37B2 — AJAX NEWS REPORT] This was an entrance and I had to make sure everyone felt it. Natasha had practically yelled at me in the car, telling me to go big, to milk every second of this, to make sure the world knew I was alive and that Conrad Basquire’s empire of lies was crumbling. The headlines had been insane already “The Heiress Rises From the Dead,” “Deal With the Devil? She is Back,”people were already spinning stories and I intended to make good use of this social media heat.

Real, unfiltered hunger. And in that moment, I knew—this wasn’t a game.

He just wiped his bloody dagger clean, eyes locked and stormy. In this cursed game, switching zones was like trying to climb to heaven barefoot. Either grind until you drop for a pass or drop a fortune on black market trash. They'd been stuck here a week, just trying to get through. Then came the buzzing—low at first, then louder. "What is that?" Howie glanced up, jumpy. Darren's frown deepened. He followed the sound. Down the path, a girl in a ragged tee and ponytail wobbled toward them on a beat-up scooter.

Fallon: It was kind of a crazy night. Cage had brought up a few board games, and we ended up eating far more than we should have. In fact, we made it our mission to finish as much food as possible. I don't even know why. I guess we just kept picking at the things that would go bad first. By then, the apocalypse had already been going on for a few weeks or probably over a month. At first, it spread through the rogue community.

"I thought about that but I'd have to know what the games are beforehand and my father isn't giving any details away. I haven't even found anything about the games in his journals or on his laptop. He probably assumed the Alphas would do anything to win so he's keeping all his plans safely away from them, or anyone else who comes snooping around for that matter." "He knows his daughter well enough to know that he has to keep his plans for the games away from her," Denver pointed out with a chuckle as he nudged his shoulder playfully into mine. "What if one of them happens to be our mate?" Lex piped in my head, yipping excitedly at the thought. "You heard what Ma said. There's probably a less

I spoke through clenched teeth, "Hans... f*cking... open your eyes... and look at the world we live in..." "Let go of Captain Cloude!" Lucas suddenly lunged forward, only to be kicked away by Hans. Winnie hid behind him, revealing half her face while flashing me a victorious smile. However, the sharp-eyed Lucas noticed a red dot on her arm. "You... You were bitten by a zombie?"

"The warriors and the healthy don't eat tonight. Not a crumb. We give every calorie to the mothers and the scouts. We need the scouts' eyes sharp for the trail, and the mothers need to stay strong enough to keep the infants warm. We carry the hunger so they don't have to." Jax watched as a young Whisper-Wind mother a few yards away tried to soothe a crying child. Her face was hollow, her eyes sunken into dark pits of exhaustion. The "Council’s Blight" hadn't just murdered their crops; it had seemingly sucked the vitality right out of their blood. They looked like gray ghosts drifting through the silver moonlight.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this