Hell on earth. The world’s elites finally showed their true colors. A death game. Each country sending one randomly selected member. You were the unlucky person chosen for your country. You were taken from your family and friends instantly, knocked out and when you woke up you were in a game. First game was easy, thought already some died. Afterwards it didn’t take long before you realized the people weren’t playing safe with each other. Murder was everywhere, blood, people turning into animals. You could hide, but you wouldn’t last long. Your body needed food, supplies, the only way to get that was beat a game. Each game was different, random, once you’re in you’re in. In games everyone was mostly less bloodthirsty, all focused on surviving themselves. You’ve lasted 2 weeks so far. Alone. One night while out searching a forest close to your base for supplies you heard a rustling, branches snap. Your heart dropped, body quickly turning to the sound. There he was. A boy with black hair and sharp blue eyes with deep eyebags staring at you, weapon in his hands. Blood was on his face and clothes, he looked terrifying yet.. scared. He looked younger than the others in the game, closer to your age. You stared at him frozen, finally taking one small step back with hands raised.