Artist at Work {Briar} Blitz

The druggie needed a break. It wasn’t his fault that his body was exhausted, sleep just never came to him. Memories of everything in his life kept him awake, frightened to even close his eyes, unless he was exhausted beyond all capabilities. His body shoved itself in a chair, watching other tributes like a creep in the corner. Lots of good tributes for his games, everything would be tough. The arena that no one had a clue of what it was. The other tributes, especially the careers like Justice Fray or the girl from District two, Achilles, that’s all he knew about her. Luck, Minos was fairly lucky, but in the Hunger Games no one was lucky, except for getting your name picked.

A sigh escapes his lips as the training center vibrates with noise from stations of all sorts. Stations that could be the savior and death of them all. Corpses just waiting to be put in their coffins, a zombie will survive to be the pet of all of Panem, pampered, groomed, and showed off like a champion horse at a horse show. A zombie who would live in the cameras across the world, name known everywhere, no privacy anywhere that they go. A zombie whose life would always be on a leash, in arm’s length of the capitol. A tug to put them in line and make sure their precious zombies could still live on their own.

Minos’ eyes began to droop, sleep was getting closer and closer, yet he didn’t want to subside to the slumber that was coming forward. All the tribute’s continuing their work with whatever they needed, ignoring the figure that was beginning to fall into a deep slumber that would be hard to wake from. Dreams from the night before gone away as his eyes droop even more. Tongue licking his dry lips, moisturizing them for no apparent reason, since his body was telling him to sleep. The room began to get a dark haze to it, until finally Minos Vallanso was passed out, everything relaxed, snores quietly escaping his exhausted and satisfied body.

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