"Yeah that's what they say." Sandy sighed and the doors opened again. "I haven't killed anyone yet...I don't know if I could stomach it." She got sick just thinking about the pain she'd gone through twice already.
Leading the way out of the elevator they were in a bar. She took the boy to the bar and ordered two of something called a "Fizzberry twist." The bartender returned with two glasses of a clear fizzy drink with purple liquid in the bottom and slices of fruit on the rim.
Passing one of the two drinks to the boy she sat on her stool and looked thoughtful.
"A few people have told me it's possible to win just by running and hiding and letting the others kill each other. Or letting one of the traps of the arena gets them."
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Leading the way out of the elevator they were in a bar. She took the boy to the bar and ordered two of something called a "Fizzberry twist." The bartender returned with two glasses of a clear fizzy drink with purple liquid in the bottom and slices of fruit on the rim.
Passing one of the two drinks to the boy she sat on her stool and looked thoughtful.
"A few people have told me it's possible to win just by running and hiding and letting the others kill each other. Or letting one of the traps of the arena gets them."