In a small room with a large mirror on the wall, several people were being interrogated one by one.

They were asked for their names, their skills, their reasons. And then they were marked, each one of them, by numbers. From one to thirty-two based on an unknown stats. Then they were moved to a training camp, to be trained. For the big survival game. Where everybody will try to survive and kill everybody else. The last person alive will come as a victor. But they didn't know.

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[4]

I gasped as I suddenly woke up from my sleep. I got that nightmare again. The nightmare where I got killed. I guess I'm just nervous for the big game tomorrow.

"What's wrong Fourth?" A voice asked me. Number twenty-four's head was hanging from the side of his bed. He sleeps on a bed on top of mine.

"Oh nothing. I just had that nightmare again.." I fixed my sleeping position and faced the wall. I can hear twenty-four went back to his previous position as well.

"Me too.. I can't sleep. The game is tomorrow right?" He asked me from his bed.

"Yeah.. I wonder what the game is.." I replied to him with a sigh. They told us to use numbers to identify each other. We are not allowed to tell anyone our real names. My real name was George. Twenty-four is my roommate. He is a young man, about 17 years old. He's about 170 cm tall. Shorter than me. He has short brown hair and a rather muscular build. There are a total of 32 people here in this training area. Most of them are teenagers. They trained us here for the "big game". We've been trained here for almost 2 months. They trained us to use weapons, which I hated. There are rooms for two people in each one. I'm on room number 3.

I sighed as I slowly close my eyes while facing the grey wall.

My eyes snapped open as I hear a bell rang. That's the bell to tell us that it's morning and usually we gathered for morning roll call on the field before breakfast. I hopped off my bed and put on my leather jacket just like Twenty-Four. We went out of our room and saw the others. We walked towards the field. When we arrived the trainers are already there.

"Young ones. Today is your final day here. The day you've trained for is finally here! After this each of you will be guided into a chamber, there you will be able to choose ONE thing that you can bring into the game. Just ask the most important thing you can think of. Don't think of bringing useless item! And weapons are forbidden!" The chief told us.

After the morning rollcall and breakfast each of us were brought into a room just like the chief said. I sat on the chair there with a table and another chair in front of it.

It's not much different like the interrogation room. I thought.

Suddenly the door opened and a guy came in and sat in front of me. He was carrying a file.

"Um, George Smith is it?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Uh yes, George Smith." I answered.

"Okay, here you said you are 18 years old. Yes?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Your specialty is, speed... You're a runner, good at parkour, hiking, fleeing, and climbing trees. Your best weapon is a sword."

"I.. wouldn't say that I'm good at it. It's just the best among the worst.." I don't really like violence. I'm a bit pacifist. I can't use any weapon they provided there. But the sword is easy to hold.

"Uh-huh. So, what's the thing you want to bring into the game?" He asked me. I'm still confused of what this thing is for. I quickly thought that if this game is running, I would need a good pair of shoe. So I thought of bringing running shoes.

"Can I bring a pair of running shoes?"

"Running shoes?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's…. any shoes is okay." I just asked for a normal one for the conversation to end faster.

"Okay.. that's weird. But yes, I shall bring you your shoes. Just wait here Mr. Smith." He stood up and walked outside.

I waited for about 10 minutes before he came back with a pair of shoes on his hand. It was coloured gray and black and looked like normal shoes.

Holy shit, they actually got it. I thought. I put it on and try walking with it.

"So, you're all good now?"

[6] "Yeah, I'm good." I replied as I put the medkit into my bag.

- "And also, please take that bag over there."

[22]"Hey, mind if I ask what this backpack for?" I asked the man.

- "For storing stuff, of course."

[25]"For storing stuff? I know what backpacks are for but. Why would I need it?" I questioned as I put my gloves in.

"You'll know eventually, now please head over here please."

The man on each of the rooms guided the contestants into their chairs. Where they were tied.

[20]

"Alright, this is going to hurt a bit." He whispered as he slowly put the syringe into my arm. I held my breath and waited for him to fully inject the syringe. After he pulled out the syringe he wiped the blood off my arm with a cotton and went outside the room.

Wait, he just gonna leave me here? I thought.

Suddenly, my head felt dizzy and I slowly loses consciousness.