Not Alone || Day Two || OS
My new supplies in hand, I trudged across the arena. The wound in my arm wasn't a deep one--I could fix it easily with a needle and thread, but that was something I didn't have. At this point, I doubted I had a sponsor, otherwise I would've been sent something by now, right?
If my count was correct, there were twelve of us left. Maybe eleven, if I was lucky, and I was responsible for the death of one. Pangs of guilt surged through my chest, and I couldn't help but feel wrong for defending myself. Then again, if I hadn't, I'd be dead.
Lines of houses came into view, and I wasn't quite sure which one to head into. One was burning to the ground, and there couldn't possibly be someone in it--I would've heard a cannon by now. Instead, I head into one with a number thirteen on the front, the door already unlocked.
I found myself not alone anymore--for the pair from 4 sat in the middle of the room.









