The Haze Harvest

The days started like any other except one thing was different about this day. I received a notice of my death. Emery knew what it was the second she got the mail from her mailbox. It took awhile for reality to kick in until she realized she had to tell her family the dreadful news they all have been praying would never come. She walked into the kitchen where her mother was making breakfast, she gave her mother the letter with trembling hands. Her mother face immediately turned pale she screamed, “NO THEY MADE A MISTAKE THEY CAN’T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM US!” Emery thought about the possibility of them making a mistake, but knew they don’t make mistakes. Their neighbors daughter received her letter last year. No one has Heard of what happened to her. The more she thought about it the more it started to hit her that she might not be able to come home, see her family ever again: I’m going to be sick! Her mother opened the Beautiful looking envelope with hesitation. Emery could have swore that everyone in the room stopped breathing for a second. Emery prayed that they got it wrong and for a split second she had hope: maybe this wasn’t even about her maybe it was the officially announcing they’d canceled The Haze Harvest this year. NO, YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS DON’T BE STUPID. screamed the voice inside her head. Carefully as if her mother was diffusing a ticking bomb to her death. Her mother pulled the shiny silk paper from the envelope, and started to read it Emery didn’t understand what her mother was reading she didn’t want to understand nothing about this situation ever made sense to her. Her mother started crying hysterically halfway through reading the letter. Emery immediately ran to her mother embracing her into her arms hugging her for dear life. Emery rubbed her mothers back until she come down. Emery heard the floor creek she turned and saw her father entered the room with an expression she could not quite read. Her father walked over to the counter and picked up the letter and began to read out loud. To Whom it may Concern: Congratulations! You’re daughter Emery Johnson has been chosen to participate in this year’s Haze Harvest. Please send the candidate to the area in a weeks time to begin the preparations for The Haze Harvest. Emery began to chew her nails a Gross habit she has when she’s nervous. As she Watch her father begin to reread the letter again and again. All of a sudden Emery‘s mother screamed please Kevin would you stop reading those horrible words I can’t bear to hear anymore of it. Emery‘s father stopped and walked over and sat at the kitchen table. Her mother fowled her father to the table she sat down and stared at her husband intensely. Oh Emery, he said with a sadness in his voice, he crushed the letter in his hands so tightly his knuckles turned white. The site in front of her made Emery’s eyes foggy with tears, and she reached for her father’s embrace and held on tight. For all she knew, this could be the very last time she gets to hug her father “please tell what I can do to make it all go away I don’t want to be taken away from my family.” She cry, shutting her big gray eyes shut and let the tears run down her face. “ there has to be something we can do something we haven’t try yet” her mother said with intensity “ Not our babygirl.” “ I Fear there’s nothing we can do to stop the inevitable,” her Father said “ even if we refuse to hand her over to the officials they’ll just come and take her by force.” Ones every year, the rich and the powerful, host The Haze Harvest. What was once the United States, was now as the zone’s. The Officials pick 20 young women from each zone to enter the arena to duel against a horrifying monsters of werewolves a rear of being that seem human but could change into fearsome werewolves at will. The arena location itself is on deserted island, the only way there is to get transporting from the Officials.“ For security,” they demand The participant’s in the age group of 18 to 27. The Officials said it would give the participants a better chance of making it out alive. But the Official’s all have their own motive, always trying to make the games as entertaining for the people as possible. They said The Haze Harvest served as a big purpose, to keep the werewolves entertained in the arena. “ they also said the werewolves aged slowly most of the one’s I’ve seen on TV have all been young and I would be lying if I said they weren’t enchanting to look at, but still all that beauty can’t hide the twisted beast inside that either wants to kill, eat you, and f**k you into submission! The Government’s reason for selecting 20 girls from each zone was that those girls were to much of a risk to keep around. But Emery was just a shy innocent girl how could she be a risk? She’s completely useless in a fight. How will she be able to survive against supernatural beings? How stupid of her to think that there is a chance she could survive when there’s never a been a Champion of The Haze Harvest. Everyone knows you either vanish or die. A week later, Emery was having panic attacks regularly. She try to distract herself from the Inevitable doom closing in on her. When it was to late the Officials came for her. “Breathe Emery Breathe” the voice inside her Head said. As she try to take in her surroundings dark Forest as far as the eye can see, trees as tall a three-story building: she could probably climb them easily and look for away out, but then it dawned On here if she could climb them with out a problem then so can The wolves. Her feet encase in black letter combat boots they felt out of place on her feet not what she’s used to wearing, but they did help her keep a steady paste. Up above the trees a clear sky, it’s borders touch the tower’s that lined up with the walls of the arena. “How convenient for the sky to look so beautiful on the worst day of my life not.” They put her in a short and tight camouflage outfit. Emery felt almost naked in it the short hugged her ass to tight her asscheek hangs out of them. Her shirt had a built in bra that squeezed her boobs together and gave her more cleavage than she was used to. Emery wondered why they would dress all the girls in these sexy outfits was it to make them look more delicious to Tempt the wolves in to eating them, or even worse was it to make them more attractive so the beasts would kidnap us to have their way with us. Just the thought of that sent chills down her spine. She leapt at the sound of a great big Iron door shutting behind her. There’s no going back now she was trapped in the arena. Her mind running a thousand miles per minute she thought back to what the instructor had teacher her what was her name? Lexi? “ Rule 1,” Lexi had said, “Every year, in the beginning of spring, 20 human girls are to be scattered in different parts of the arena and given their choices of weapons to protect themselves.” At least that was one thing Emery could not completely hate them for they did provide weapons and lessons on how to survive in the Forest. Before they threw you in there Unprepared prepared. Emery was glad they style her long red hair back in to a tight braid going straight down the back all the way down almost past her bottom. She glanced at the stacks of weapons in front of her now all shades to do is pick her weapon. After a long time of deciding whether to go away with the bow & arrows, rope, knife, spear, or axes. Finally she decided on the knife, and not a minute too soon for as soon as she pick her weapon the alarm went off. She had to hurry and find a place to hide before the werewolves got her. “Rule 2” kept flashing into her head “the women are not allowed to team up together.” So I guess it’s everyone for themselves. “Rule 3” if you get lucky to kill a wolf you are giving clues to the exit, but be warned it’s suicide once you kill a wolf all the other wolf will be on you with in second so run fast.” There’s no possible way Emery could kill a werewolf, their to strong, fast, super healing, and all their senses are heightened. And besides has anyone ever been able to kill a werewolf and live to tell the story. She felt like a prisoner in that moment waiting at the gallows, to be hanged for a crime she never committed. Her leg felt like Jell-O she swore at any minute her legs would give out, she started crying again. She was going to die she couldn’t be do this right now. And it was there she heard it. The alarm again opening the Final door for the werewolves. All the trees around her were shaking. It’s time The Haze Harvest has started.