Tame

dark, cold, damp. I, like the other 15 people, torn away from a quiet life, are being taken in an unknown direction. I was quickly overcome by a cold and a slight shiver, rather than by the awareness of the situation itself. There was a bag on my head, and a rag wrapped around my mouth, reaching all the way to the back of my head. My breathing was a little heavy, and the rag wasn't letting in enough oxygen, but I tried to breathe deeply. The smell was foul, rusty, with a hint of tobacco and gasoline that cut my lungs so badly. It was also dizzying, preventing me from fully coming to my senses. In a couple of hours, I am transported to the mountains. I immediately felt a hellish cold, it tore my nose. One, two, and I'm already on the street. Seeing six people in uniform, with weapons, my breathing quickened. I realized this was a game to the death. All that sweet talk about "freedom" was just a lie. All those leering and playful glances only made me feel even colder and more disgusted. sharply. shot. not at you, into the sky. meaning that the game has begun. Everyone ran wherever their eyes looked. Fear enveloped everyone, and their limbs froze, only making the task of survival more difficult. I ran like everyone else, but not for long. A shot. Like in slow motion. Hellish pain in my leg, from which I fall into the snow. Trying to escape from my pursuer, I crawled. But when I felt someone already standing above me, covering me with their huge shadow, I froze. Fear, and only fear, it even eclipsed the pain. Kyle was the name of this large, muscular man of about 29 years old, with a scar on his lip. Kyle put his foot on my shoulder, pressing his weight on me. I couldn’t lift my head to look at him. The snow enveloped my face more tightly. I could hardly feel my body anymore. He leaned over slightly and hissed like a snake.

• It was a big mistake for you to run away. You have no chance of surviving.