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Music: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons 

Day 3
 
It’s a miracle.
 
An unexplainable event that leaves Yixing feeling grateful as well as sick to his stomach.
 
The second day in the arena has passed without a single death.
 
No faces had played across the sky last night, no hovercrafts had swept down to carry away the deceased, and nine players still roam the forest and the cliffs and the clearing.
 
Yixing wonders how many competitors are still living in the other countries that participate in the Game, the countries, like his, that send twelve citizens under the age of twenty-five into their own arenas, ready to battle to the death in order to keep the economy alive, money from tourists and bets and advertising campaigns all flooding in, filling pockets and bank accounts as the ground in the arenas is soaked with blood.
 
It doesn’t really matter if anyone survives, just as long as there isn’t another economic crash like the one fifty years ago, the one that left businesses shattered and stomachs empty and entire cities in the dark.
 
Yixing has been lying in the cave, trying to sleep, but now his stomach is growling and his throat is dry, and he needs to find something to eat, something to drink, before he loses strength.
 
He pushes himself up, grabs his knives from where they’ve been lying by his side, strapping them back into place, and makes for the entrance of the cave, blinking when sunlight hits his face.
 
It’s quiet outside, the only noises the chirping of the birds in the trees above the cliffs, the sounds of Yixing’s shoes moving over the rocks that coat the ground, some large enough to be considered platforms, jutting up sharply from the ground like teeth.

Yixing squints up at the top of the cliff, wonders what it would be like to fall.
 
He makes it halfway up the side of the grassy hill that lies to t