am i in heaven

I hear a man step up and he seems to be judging me by my choice of food. "What? A guys gotta eat!" I say, looking at him defensively. He looks strange, I can't put my finger on it though. He has blonde hair and fair skin, and he looks very suspicious. I don't knoiw why but it seems like he knows the shit and what that shit does. I inspect him a little bit, but I end up digging into my food more. What he does, I could care less. I obviously am coming off a bit rude, but I have to. I mean- if I were to trust him with my life he'd have to put up with my piggish manners. Food and I? We have a strong relationship going on here, ya feel?

He had asked me why I'm here, and I nodded at the later response. "Well, why else would I be eating? I mean, gotta have a lot of energy so they don't kick your ass right?" I say with a scoff at the end of my response. I mean, the people here seem so focused on themselves if they even gain a single pound they have to get plastic surgery. I look at the boy, and he mentioned something about being able to make traps. I raise my eyebrow and make a couple sarcastic claps. "Congratulations! Give this man a medal!" I speak out, standing up and making a huge-ass fuss over what he had said. To top it off, he placed his arms in the hot noodles he had gathered. That almost killed me, and no, not literally. I was standing there laughing my head off, and him squealing did not help at all. "I-I-I'm sorry, oh my god are you okay?" I said, taking a couple deep breaths to calm myself down.

I put my hand on my chest faking a surprised manner. "I make people laugh? What is this madness!?" I say with a small chuckle at the end of it. Apparently putting his arms in a bowl of noodles is pretty much normal for him and I couldn't help but nod. When he first did it he seemed pretty used to it in my opinion. He said that I reminded him of his gang back home-- and that sold me. "Aw, boi you in a gang? So that means yo go 'round killin a bunch of people like muslims?" I say with a quick nod. I like this guy, he just got some cred yo. He tries to act like he's sad, but honestly he's a horrible actor. "I guess my day is fine, pretty much crappy. How about yours?" I ask him with a questioned look on my face.

I laugh as the boy is surprised that he made me laugh, if that is how you want to put it. I smile when he asks how my day has been, but it droops slowly down to a sad face you see on emojis. "Well, I just miss.. my girlfriend," I say quietly, and my face looks down to the metal table. All of the sudden my face flies down onto it and I scream for Daphne, banging my head on the table. A girl, with a scary voice, tells me and the boy to shut up. "Cri.." I sigh quietly, pretending to wipe fake tears off my eyes. "Fiesty people.. like Daphne.."

to be honest i dont even fucking know what happened. i found myself slapping the chick and giving some really long lecture how she doesnt want more enemies in a game where enemies would most likely be trying to kill her and that she should just shut the hell up. excuses dont mean shit and i don't give a fuck about how she wants us to shut up because she aint the god damn government. she cant tell me what to do because i have no filter.

Sarah was bloody murder when they slapped her. She didn't care what these "games" were. She just wanted to watch as they slowly bled to death and have her lap up their blood then laugh. She lunged at the olive skin boy as he face contorted to her vampire face. Teeth out stretching. The guards came rushing over. And restrained her though. "You will feel pain! I promise you that! I will watch you bleed to death!" she screamed angrily at them as the guards let her go.