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I climbed onto a piece of debris so everyone could see me. “Vax thinks he’s winning,” I said. My voice carried through the ruined hall. “He thinks that because we’re tired, because we’re hurt, because we’re scared… we’ll break.” Silence. “He’s wrong.” I looked around at the faces watching me. “We didn’t choose this fight. But we’re in it now. And we have two choices. We can surrender. Let Vax take control. Let him rule through fear and murder.” Pause. “Or we stand. We fight. We protect each other. And we show him that power built on corpses doesn’t last.”

“It’s risky, but it could work. We just need to make sure we’re one step ahead at all times.” Ethan nodded, his expression resolute. “Then we do it,” he said. “We play the game on our terms. And when they come for us, we’ll be ready.” Sophia felt a surge of adrenaline, the thrill of the chase, the challenge of outsmarting her enemies. This was it. The moment they had been waiting for. The battle for survival had begun, and there was no turning back. They would fight, they would win, or they would die trying.

"Death seeking too. Like Vox!" "Or perhaps, he just likes the thrill that comes from getting into and escaping from constant life and death situations?" Horr asked but it sounded more like a statement. *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* Horr's wristwatch alarm beeped. He looked down at it to check the time and whooped as he stood up. "It is time for the official fights!" Horr yelled and the whole underground shook from the roars. "Wait, those fights earlier.." Jim started.

"Thank you for always being on our side. We wouldn't have to live in a mountain cave if everyone were like you." Uri also knew not to continue the story about the Red Leaf organization; he took the initiative to switch the conversation to Finn. "We are always in danger of extinction, so for three thousand years, did our previous generations not find a way to live for themselves?" "All our previous generations have always found a way to live, but hope keeps dying with time," Finn replied desperately. "They didn't find a way?" Uri wondered. "Not without a way." Finn sighed. "It's impossible to find it."

“Why are you so sure about me? You barely know me.” I leaned against the counter, gripping my mug. “I know enough. I’ve seen people like Alex before, guys who break others to feel strong. And I’ve seen people like you, who keep fighting even when it hurts.” She looked down, her voice barely a whisper. “What if I’m not fighting? What if I’m just… surviving?” “Then that’s enough,” I said, stepping closer. “Surviving’s the first step. The rest comes later.”

I smiled, when she turned around and looked into my eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn’t help but get goosebumps as I heard the lyrics to the song and I pressed my forehead to Ari’s as we swayed to the song and the lyrics, ‘cause we are warriors, We’ll fight for our lives, Like soldiers, all through the night And we won’t give up We will survive, we are warriors. And we’re stronger That’s why we’re alive We will conquer, time after time, We’ll never falter, We will survive, we are warriors…’

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

"Cole. His return. His revenge. It's imminent. Maybe hours. Maybe days. But close. Very close." "Then we prepare. Like we always do. We fortify. We train. We survive." "Or we die trying." "Or we die trying." That was our reality. Our choice. Our destiny. Fight. Survive. Or die protecting what mattered. There was no third option.

So I did what I always do, pushed it down, hid behind the walls I had built, and gave her the only truth I could let out. "Because no one is worth killing yourself over. Not even me. And certainly not that deranged psychopath you call a father. When life corners you, you do not fold. You push back. You drag yourself out, even when it feels impossible. You do not give anyone the satisfaction of watching you fall. You survive." "What if I am tired of surviving?" Her voice shook like the words were scraping their way out. "I am tired of fighting battles I cannot win. I am tired of being afraid."