"What is that?" I asked, as a lady approached me with a syringe filled with the liquid I definitely did not trust. She ignored me, nothing new. I continued to keep a straight face, and rested my back on the soft leather of the chair.

Her footsteps getting closer were obnoxiously audible, "You can close your eyes if you want to." She said while adjusting the white rubber gloves on her hand, and squirting some of the blue liquid out of the syringe. Snorting lightly, I locked my eyes with her as she rubbed a wet chemical cotton on the left side of my neck. I can feel my heart pulsing, as the cold tip of the syringe starts to break the skin. Holding my breath seems useless. I can't feel myself calming down. She's close. My heartbeat needs to slow down, or else she'll hear it.

"There," she said curtly. That's weird, I feel fine... In fact, it feels so good. So good, that..that I could just fall asle-

It's… fuzzy? No. It is dark. Did they throw me underwater? I don't think so, it does not really feel wet. I want to open my eyes. "Prim, just you don't have to worry. I'm not gonna die,". It's a bit blurry, but I can see Prim's worried face from miles away. The little lines between her eyebrows, pulled together in worry. Light, big eyes begging me silently to take her seriously. Puppy. She's precious.

I think it's a dream? It has to be. The only thing visible in the white abbys is my little sister. With her two braids and flowing hems of her sage green skirt.

After she plopped down with a huff; the dewy grass, tiny yellow weeds, trees, and then the sky; they started to swirl alive almost like paint trickling through the water on a blank canvas. It's beautiful. Like a dream. Not a nightmare, but a dream. Fresh green grassland stretched in all directions, stopped by trees perimetering them. It looks calming. I look at Prim, still sitting with a pout adorning her features. It looks…safe.

After the release of a relaxing breath, I feel my heart get used to the peace. My lips stretched slightly upwards, as I held out a hand for Prim.

"Don't worry sweetpe- " I stop dead in my tracks as I hear an arrow woosh past my ear, and through the ribbon flower that sat right upon her chest. The arrow didn't stop there. She…she just started fading? I cried out as shock settled in while sprinting up to hold her, or what was left of her.

I fell down onto my knees, and tried to make sense of what just happened. She was there. Right in front of me! She was real! She felt- I didn't touch her. I couldn't. I was with the white coat woman. I grab onto my head as I recall what had happened after I entered her lab. That's right… I am in the game. Oh god. No,no,no,no. I look around frantically, on high alert as I grab the backpack lying beside me. Was it always there?

Standing up, I examine the surroundings. I am pretty close to the border of trees behind me. Nope. The arrow came from there. I scan my clothes and the grass around me one last time to make sure I won't miss anything. After confirming that the coast is clear, I dash to the wood border in front of me.

On my way, I noticed a fat 'x' burned into the ground. Is it supposed to mean anything? Not foolish or tired enough to stop halfway, I pick up my speed.

Cool air, and occasional shrubs lick at my skin. Inside, it is cooler, darker, overall a perfect place to kill. Stopping to look for a tree to hide, I notice one. It, like all other trees, loomed over my structure. But its trunk is taller, with almost no branches that one could hold onto and climb. Perfect.

My hands and feet climb up the flat trunk in a practised motion. I hold onto a branch, climbing on it. I'm a good distance away from the ground. Relaxing my back against the rough patches of the bark, I take deliberate breaths to calm down.

Then zipping the bag open, my hand rummages through it, pulling out my survival items. A wire, a gun, a water bottle. I shake it in hopes of hearing the pleasant splashing sound, only to find the air filled inside. A sigh escapes as I keep it aside, and pull out the remaining things. Bread and knife. Not bad, I guess.

Placing the things inside again, I prop the bag and shuffle into a more comfortable position before holding the bag close to me, and drifting off as the tiredness consumes me. Day one, check.