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1. there are Areas.. so there were also Sites, Zones, and Sectors
2. *Spoiler alert* The main protagonist has escaped from the arena... this gave him time to gather recruits from the sites, zones, and sectors. (so he can rebel against the Watchers)
*the watchers are like the peacekeepers in the hunger games... but they are brutal *
1st chapter of my brother's book (enjoy reading) I added spaces for easier reading.***
Chapter One: Area 15
I woke up with a smile on my face. My dog went near me and licked my hand. The Pine tree’s smell fills the morning air.
I went to our local market and the remains of last night’s fight still haunt the neighborhood. We people from Area 15 are always at war with Area 2. No one really knows why but I am sure father knows why.
He has led five solo attacks on area 2 before but he simply vanished on his sixth strike. Some say he died… some believe the Watchers abducted him… but I always believe that he is still alive. The shady forest that we live in is fit for 250 people living in harmony. Fruits and vegetables are always available but if you want meat, you should learn to hunt.
I needed meat for today and I left my weapon in my house. Luckily, I always bring with me my machete… both for protection and hunting. It is a good thing our area does not have any electrified fences and that means we are always free to go hunting as long as we like.
As I walk inside the forest, I noticed that the animals that we used to hunt are all but gone. I am sure we did not over hunt them because we only take what we need but knowing that they are all gone makes me suspicious. It has been 15 years since the last public game opened. During that time, the Watchers took so many animals that they almost became extinct.
“They can’t be opening the game again,” I said. “Killing people should never be for entertainment”. I hurry back to my neighborhood to see if they had started recruiting. The Watchers were there, getting the attention of the people.
I went closer to them and when they got everybody’s attention, they started to speak. “People from Area 15… I know that it has been 15 years since the last public games… but today, we will open it again!” said the Chief Watchman
“This time with only one big difference, Instead of recruiting only five volunteers, we will recruit a hundred”. This made me think. If I would join, I would get to know more about my father’s whereabouts but if I will not, I would have just wasted a perfect opportunity. A few more minutes and I have finally made my decision. I will join.
“I will join!” I shouted and everyone else looked at me. My friend Neos went close to me and said, “Are you insane? If we have difficulty fighting 23 people from area 2 last night, how much more if it’s a hundred?” “I have to. I need to find my father.”
I replied. Then my people started to raise their hands and so did Neos. “If our leader wants to find his father, then we shall join him no matter what happens. That is what we all promised each other,” said Neos. “We volunteer to join!” shouted my people.
The Watchman smiled and said, “Very well then. However, we only need exactly a hundred people; we will send you the truck you will all ride on. For those who really want to join, stay here. It would take a few hours before it arrives”.
My people and I went to the shack house we built 2 months ago. It is big enough for hundreds of people including me. “Give yourself a weapon and conceal it. I’m sure we would need a little ‘extra’ in the games.” I said. “Make sure it does not attract too much attention”. We all took melee weapons because we are much used to it than firearms… but even though we are not used to firearms, we know this will not be a big problem.
We return to the meet-up place to wait for the trucks. By the time we reached the place, the truck was there. Its body was made of metal, its windows were dark, and its color was black. We did not expect such a huge vehicle. “Get in!” said the truck driver who has an accent I have not heard for years. “Hey Xenon” my friend Kyle whispered. “What is it?” I replied.
“I took that awesome looking thing named X”
“What the-”
“Yeah… I know it’s awesome.”
“No it’s not… I made that… It’s a suicidal bomb”
“Okay then… left-handed leader.”
“No... It is okay… keep it. We might need it soon.”
“Okay then… thanks”
We all entered the truck and we are still excited to fight Area 2 for good.
The others stayed behind. They need to protect Area 15 while we go out and fight.
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