I line up behind the other prisoners. Nobody is talking this morning as we wait to be let into the arena we were told about yesterday. I guess we"re all too nervous about it. At least, I am. I"m sure the others must be feeling the same way, especially as we don"t know what"s on the other side of the metal door in front of us.
Each time we shuffle forward, I hope to get a glimpse of what"s out beyond it, but it isn"t happening. There are too many people in the way, and whoever thought to have us line up here clearly thought it through. They don"t want us seeing the light of day until it"s time for whatever this is to begin.
Nerves flutter in my stomach, threatening to expel the bread and cheese I ate for breakfast. It"ll be a shame if I do, it"s the best meal I"ve had in a long time.
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