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February 28, 2032 (6 hours before the purge begins)
“Where are we heading this time?” I sigh, struggling to carry Kate’s and my belongings.
“We’re staying in America this time,” Kate replies.
“WHAT??” I drop everything.
“OUCH, MY FOOT!” she shouts.
“Sh*t, sorry, my bad,” I apologize.
“But, for real, what do you mean we’re staying in America?” I inquire.
“It means we’re staying in America. We didn’t enter our names in the Group Survivor Program for nothing,” she shrugs.
“But what about Aunt Dina and Uncle Perry?” I ask, shaking.
She turns to look at me, “Long story short, we’re staying, they’re leaving.”
I rack my brain for an excuse, “B-b-but, I thought we only entered the program for a good laugh,”
“We did, but that was before I knew we would be put with guys our age.”
“So you’re willing to risk our lives just to meet two guys our age?! What about me? I never got a say in this!”
“Well if you did have a say in this, you would’ve chosen to leave because you are never bold enough around guys!” she shouts back.
“Or maybe I would’ve chosen to leave because I AM SCARED FOR MY LIFE AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” I yell back, my face starting to fall.
Kate shuts up, “Oh Syd… you won’t die. Not on my watch, and not on those two guys’ watches if they want the reward money.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”
Throughout our argument, we had somehow carried and put all our belongings in Kate’s car.
“Well, where to, Kate?” I ask.
“Those people from the GSP sent me an address where we’re supposed to meet up with the guys we got paired with,” she responds.
“Then, ¡vamos!”
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