The Zombie Games

Prologue
There were 24 of us. Only one survivor.

This is the Hunger Games.

You think this is a joke? It's not, pal.

This is not a game.

This is survival.

We live in Panem, which is the ruins of what was once America.

And we are the children of the resistance.

We are one.

Chapter 1 - Kaiya
Training day.

I once lived in District 12.

I have a little sister named Dove.

Dove. And my mother.

I was reaped.

I know I'm not going to win. My sister burst into tears when my name was read off the slip of paper.

This is a death sentence.

And that Tank Dempsey...ugh.

He was an obnoxious drama queen in my highschool.

I'm 16, so is he.

We were reaped together.

Go figure.

I examine the names and faces of the tributes briefly.

A few catch my eye.

Edward Richtofen - 16 years old, District 1

Lilith Auburnathy - 15 years old, District 1.

Edward looks clever and smart, a little wild. His dark brown hair is sort of tufty at the tips, and his emerald eyes are gleaming.

I walk out to watch him. He is decoding something on a computer in his training session-woah!

He's fast!

I blink in startlement, and he's defeated the final level of a computerized training game.

He whips around in startlement. I can see his skinny, strong body. Maybe he'll be a tough player.

He laughs.

"Zorry, I didn't vrealize you vere vatching me." he says good-heartedly. He has a funny german accent. I love it.

I smile back.

"It's fine." I say, trying not to blush in my embarrassment. I catch Lilith glaring at me.

Edward nods to me and walks over to her.

"Vhy don't ve do zomezhing else?" he croons.

She kisses his cheek and clutches his hand.

They're DATING!?

Jealousy hits me, but I shrug it off. I'm poor. He's wealthy and very bright. He'll never like me.

Tank nudges me.

"Don't talk to that creep." he snarls into my ear.

"He's not a creep, he's nice." I snap back.

He rolls his eyes.

"He's a Career. And we're not." he replies, walking away.

Then I hear a snap of anger.

"VHERE IS MY KNIFE!? YOU TOOK IT!" Edward is yelling at another tribute. They start rolling on the ground, trying to kill each other, when I hear a giggle above me.

There's that girl from District 11, Samantha, I heard, hanging in the rafters, holding Edward's knife. I smile in amusement as Peacemakers jump down and seperate the two boys, and then wink to Samantha. She grins back.

She throws the knife at a target and hops down. It hits it in the chest, and Edward seizes it. The careers gather around him as they all chat.

Takeo Masaki - Age 13, District 8

He's a funny looking kid. Black hair, short, pale skin.

But he hits every target in the head, whipping around the training center in all directions without a sound.

I marvel at him, and then aim a bow at a target 5 times. They all hit in the head as well.

He nods to me in approval.

"You're fast." I reply.

"You shoot amazingly." he muses, with round brown eyes.

I smile at his curiousity, but then remember he might kill me... or I'll kill him.

Tank is throwing strong weights around, breaking things powerfully in the process.

I never knew he was so strong...

and handsome...

I shake my head.

Enough boys for today.

When I turn around, Takeo's throwing knives at lifesize replicated animals.

I shake my head and walk away.

Chapter 2 - Edward
Tomorrow's the games.

I'm worried.

I'm sitting on the porch right outside, reading a book to myself.

Lilith walks out and sits next to me.

"Are you upset? We'll be fine. We'll win." she muses.

"Lilith, you do realize zat only one of us comes out...alive?" I stammer, still staring blankly at the words in my book.

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