Literature
In arms of sorrow - CHAPTER 2
A cold breeze blew through my hair, forcing it onto my face. I regained conscious. I could hear voices, it was Cato and Marvel talking. My head was heavy and it took some time for me to realise where I was and what was going on. I must have passed out yesterday, I was really tired.
I was still hasitating to open my eyes, cause when I do, I'm just gonna glance back at the arena and the day will be the exact same copy of everyday before: Find food, kill, find water, kill, find a place to sleep, kill.
I took my backpack and briefly sorted my knifes back to my jacket, took other belongings and joined the others. Cato walked fastly ahead, making