***** DAY 24 ******
The next day comes and Tia is as quiet as ever. Maybe she’s trying to decide whether to believe my story or not. Besides, no one will easily believe it, not even someone like Tia.
I turn off the fire on the burner while Tia prepares the plates and utensils inside the small house. We decide to eat the last of our provisions before the challenge for today starts. We still don’t know what kind it will be—an enclosed challenge? Or something that will force every participant to join? Whatever it is, we need to win to survive.
Once the steaming white rice and chicken adobo are prepared, we sit opposite each other. Tia begins to say a prayer and I distract myself from the smell of the food. I travel my eyes around the room. The house is small, but it is still larger than
