24 Hours
Description
Five boys. One prison. Twenty four hours to escape.
Time is ticking.
Foreword
– Time Ticks …
Tick…
The door opens and we are greeted with the sight of a wide, open plane. The floor beneath us is sandy and makes walking tricky, but our eyes are scanning the room, taking in the large stadium-like seats and the old roman feel. It is very roman, but swaths of modern red fabrics streak across, cutting a bloody path in our eyes.
Tock…
And then a voice speaks.
“Welcome to the Coliseum.” He says and I gulp. “Welcome, to the Bloody Carnival Games.” Bloody? I don’t like the sound of that.
Tick…
He explains the rules, but they blur over me. I feel like I am submerged in water, half-hearing and half not. But what he says next catches me, like a fish being hooked out of the ocean.
“You have twenty four hours to escape.” He said with a smirk in his tone.
Tock…
“And what happens if we don’t escape by then?” I ask the dreaded question.
I shouldn’t have. I can practically hear the glee in his voice. But I have, and he answers.
Dong…Dong…Dong…
Time is up…
“Well then," he says with absolute amusement in his voice. "You die.”
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