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The stadium is a blur as I drop down—a mix of black sky, steel, and giant white pillars.
It’s over in seconds. In the chaos of the fall, I still manage to land feet first on something soft.
It’s bodies—in a mass, piled on top of each together.
I lose my footing and roll onto the concrete floor, between a row of seats. The bone in my left wrist makes a horrid cracking sound as I hit the hard surface. In agony, I try to get up, unsure how many Necs there are around me. I feel like I’ve just fallen into a lion’s den, waiting for the father to wake.
Suddenly I hear a loud thump.
Then another.
Looking back up at the VIP suite opening, I see a flood of Necs stepping off the ledge, landing on the pile; bones crunching as some miss the bodies, hitting the concrete instead. Got to move no
