I lived for thirty seconds in the arena. My platform rose to expose the desert I was to fight in.
The plates finally de-activated. 30
I stepped off. 29
I spotted a yellow backpack, bursting at the seams with unknown items. 28
I ran toward it, risking the fact that it could be junk. The sand below my feet slowed me down. 27 26 25
I scooped it up, heart pounding. 24
I turned, heel digging into the sand below. 23
I ran toward the direction of my plate, jumping over it to get away from the massacre. 22 21 20 19 18
I heard footsteps following me. The were faster than I was. 17
I felt hands grab my neck, fingers ready to kill. 16
He smiled at me. He looked like a fox that had cornered a rabbit. 15
His fingers tightened, veins on his neck barely popping out. Effortless. 14
I flailed, legs kicking and arms punching. 13
He tightened his grip, neck veins popping out just a bit more than before. 12
I gasped, vision blurring. 11 10 9 8
And then I felt a sharp pain in my side. A knife stuck out. 7 6 5
I silently said goodbye, ashamed I didn't survive longer. 4 3 2 1
I died. 0