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Scar replies with an evil laughter. I decide to soothe my famished stomach while they argue. The nuggets were a treat, not only were they delicious, They seem extra mouth watering now that i was hungry. After a quick break we resume the fight, while Sam and Scar decide to watch us, in order to make sure nobody cheated.

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

Simon replied, focused on his food. "I've heard that some packs were struggling to pay their tributes... luckily, mine hasn't started rationing food yet!" Liam explained seriously. "It's only a matter of time before that starts happening; everything is heading in that direction," Simon said sadly. "But one reason to win this competition, if a boy from another pack wins, it could reduce the tributes for his pack and help them with food and water issues..." Liam said seriously. I lowered my head; I didn't know the situation was so serious. People were fighting outside for a piece of food. My father kept me imprisoned for so long behind the huge walls of this palace that I didn't know other rea

“If the mountain will not come to us. We will go to the mountains. We have no ally who will feed us. No bind that defends us. Just our claws, our rage, our voices, and our hunger.” I held the torch light, swinging it above the small gathering. “Tonight, we March. We either burn the supreme capital or we burn with our shame. We will not beg! We will not beg!” I could see it in their faces, determination. It's either the Supreme capital burns or we burn. Laddered with weapons, matches, and light. We tumbled across the land. Dragging our starving weary bodies but moving nonetheless. We moved through lands– once friendly, now cold.

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

The auditorium was stuck in horrified stillness for several suspended moments as the words seemed to reverberate through the stagnant air like lingering shrapnel. Then, as if a flare had gone off, the room erupted in a deafening swell of heated discourse, with conversations exploding in a frenzied jostle to analyze the consequences, dispute the merciless protocols, and just absorb the grandeur of what had just occurred. "Can you fucking _believe_ this outdated initiation ritual bullshit they're putting us through?" Mia hissed beside Lila, clearly disgusted. "It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Gam

Sure, she had watched sports that involved violence: boxing and wrestling and had gotten into street fights before, but nothing beats such live matches like this. Then again, this whole new world—Luminozenko was a battlefield. Their motto was “Kill or Be Killed”. Cyan glanced at the sandwich in his hand and parted her veil wide. “Can I have some?” He extended her his food and watched her bite on the sandwich more than he did. His mouth flapped open as he stared down the carve. “I feel robbed.”

But I knew that we could not falter now, that our realm depended on our unwavering determination. "Packmates," I began, my voice steady despite the weight of the news. "We have overcome immense challenges in the past, and we will overcome this one too. Let our victories be reminders of our strength and resilience. We are a pack that thrives in the face of adversity." A murmur of agreement filled the grand dining hall as packmates gazed at one another with renewed determination. Despite the shadows that loomed on the horizon, hope burned bright within our hearts. We would face this new threat head-on, united in purpose and unwavering in our resolve.

The hunger never ends. But neither do we.

Sara braced herself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, for she knew that survival in this treacherous world required not only courage but also a keen understanding of the intricate dance between power, loyalty, and sacrifice. The host's voice boomed across the banquet hall, his words carrying a weight that silenced the room. "Tonight," he declared, his eyes scanning the faces of his guests, "only the cunning and resourceful will emerge victorious. Loyalties will be tested, alliances shattered, and the weak will be weeded out."