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Gun in hand. "Here's the game. I'm going to shoot one survivor every minute until you reach me. But the factory is rigged with traps. Pressure plates. Tripwires. Automated defenses. You'll have to fight your way up. Use your training. Your programming. Become the weapon to save them." "This is insane." "This is proof. If you fight through like a weapon, you prove me right. If you refuse and they die, you prove you were never really human. Either way, I win."

Hell, if they knew who stood in front of them, or even who guarded them, each one of them would be scramming out of the room. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” Blake said, shaking his head. “What are you doing, Drake?” “They would be games of fire, war, and blood. They would be games that would challenge the very existence of us all. They would be games that would remind us of the legends that we have forgotten.” He said, looking around the room at the people whose roars filled our ears as they grew more and more excited for this. “WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAMES!”

“What’s happening to you? Don’t tell me the baby kicked again because I’m not buying it.” Claire said, irritated, as she pulled away from the hug. Lexie bit her lip and forced herself to look at Claire. “What?” She snapped. Claire raised an eyebrow at her. “You sound like you’re moaning—what’s going on with you?” Lexie suddenly burst into laughter at what she said. “R-Ram and I are playing a game—a wild, wild game.” She said, giggling. “Huh?” Her cousin asked in confusion, making her laugh again.

"This is a survival game. The first round is against the beasts. If we survive, we move to the next." "And the next?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched. "We fight each other." A cold dread settled in my chest. The rules were simple. Barbaric. Survive the beasts. Fight fellow captives. Be sold to the highest bidder. A twisted form of entertainment for the so-called elite. “I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, I'll protect you.” he assured me. Pierce moved swiftly, his fingers brushing against my face as he smeared dirt and grime over my skin. The rough texture of dried mud mixed with blood coated my cheeks, dulling my features beneath the makeshift camouflage

Everyone's expression was blank so I was forced to explain the unique madness I had thought of. I stand in front. "Listen everyone. Since Mr. Gunford wants a theme for the anniversary, I think... The zombie theme game is good. It's a survival game just like Z-Land from Yuno." "What? It's a game?" Benedict asked as if the boredom was gone. "Yes! Like Manila Outbreak! It's a chasing game with tons of participants." "Care to tell us the details?" asked President Gunford. I explained to everyone the whole mechanics of the activity. The choice of the place where the activity will take place. Must be deserted or uninhabited, wide and many twists and turns.

“My men are standing outside, awaiting my order. If after an hour nothing happens, they’ll have to shoot you both.” “Fuck you!” Natasha screamed. I’m not moved by that word. “Your time starts now.” The timer stationed on the wall in the big hall turned on and started counting down. Confused and shocked, Natasha stared at Mateo. “Did he just…” Her throat wobbled as she swallowed with difficulty. “He’s not serious right?” Mateo glared at her. “You were once married to him, so you tell me.” He slowly made his way toward the small boxes. “We have to play a game of survival,” He continued “and one of us has to leave this place for the sake of our son.”

We couldn't afford to let our guard down, not in this deadly game. As we ventured deeper into the wilderness, the darkness of the night surrounded us, and the eerie sounds of the forest served as a constant reminder of our perilous situation. But we pressed on, fueled by the memory of Jannah's sacrifice and the determination to emerge victorious. The Hunger Games had taken a dark turn, and the path ahead was uncertain, but we would face whatever challenges came our way as a united and unwavering team.

She waved at me before going in, of course, I waved back at her. “For the second battle of the day! Let us welcome, A Lady who resembles a red rose, A beautiful but dangerous Lady! Let us welcome, Louissa Solce Revoltoir!” he said, Louissa walked out to the Arena with her beautiful dagger as tons of crowds cheer for her. I hate it, I feel like an animal being put in a cage to fend for myself I thought. I looked at Jeanne and Coraline, they’re smiling, and it’s disgusting.

He sorted through the order of the tracks for a long, long time, and then put it on repeat nothing more than an open message. Maybe my fantasy played out against the backdrop of frenzied hormones, and I invented everything for myself, but the male voice, bawling in English, made me think deeply and for a long time. About Jan's sanity. And about mine too. "..."S" - simplicity, "E" - ecstasy, “X” is just to leave a mark, because that’s the only thing you really want…” Strongly suspecting that this was how the werewolf was testing me for strength, she turned indifferently towards the window, looking first at the flickering country landscape, and then at the familiar cottages of the village in w

The closed gate was slowly opened at this time, and all kinds of wild animals ran out from the building. Goats, rabbits, wild boars, and even wolves all rushed out from the building. Within the hundreds of meadow acres, these animals formed a food chain where the weak were the prey of the strong. The goats and rabbits ran in front, while wolves and wild boars chased them from the back wildly. The whole scene looked extremely shocking and bloody. Outside of the wire fences stood Kirin, with a gun in his hand. He was aiming at those running animals. Right beside him was a group of men and women in unique combat uniforms. Each of them dressed like the characters from the game ‘CrossFire’. Their