“Goddammit!” I spit angrily. I'd been tagged and I can tell you I wasn't happy about it. Not one bit. Being tagged was bad news, especially if you were wanting to stay away from the masses. I stared down at the body in disgust. It'd been dead for maybe a day or two – tops – but it was still rotting. And it smelled. The flag depicting a black crown attached to his chest was a cruel joke.
My footsteps echoed through the room. No need to close or open any doors seeing as it didn't have any. Most buildings went without after the explosions. We were living in a post-apocalyptic world. “Rudy!” I waited a few minutes but he didn't answer back. “Rudy!” I yelled louder while climbing the exposed metal to our makeshift second floor. He was there and engulfed in some project as usual. “Rudy,” I get right in front of him before he looks up. “Didn't you hear me calling?” My eyes narrow at him.
He blinks as if confused for a few seconds. “No, I didn't. I'm sorry but man you have got to check out what I found! It's-”
“I'm sorry Rudy but I don't have time to listen to your geek talk right now.” For a moment he looks hurt but his eyes widen at my next words. “We've been tagged.”
“Shit,” he whispers. I can only nod. “Don't go.” He replies immediately.
I scoff at his words. “You know I have to! The only way to avoid the games is if we run. But where are we going to run to? We have connections here. For food, for your gadgets, and most importantly for protection. We've got allies around here, Rudy. You know that as well as I do.” He doesn't look happy about it but he nods. Of course, he isn't happy. There's nothing good about the games. It means I will be a tool for The Ebony Kings – the ruling clan in this area. Well, that is if I won. If I lost then I'd just be dead.
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