eye of the storm (zhespy)

A heavy sigh leaves his chest as he roams through the building. There's nothing really worthwhile, and maybe that's part of it. everything seems so hopeless, and he doesn't know how to fight or where to go or what to do. All that matters at the moment is finding something that works, something to help him. A reason to keep going, to look at everything, and maybe that's where he's failing. Yet Kristof doesn't know where to go from here.

It all seems so simple, yet so foreign, and every step feels like a deep dive into an alternate reality. The games are only beginning, but it hasn't set in.

He roams through the training center looking at every possible station, each obstacle course, and the only thing running through his mind is learning how to survive. Plants can help, yet they seem so different, so far away, something that may never even make a difference. But he has to try.

What else do I have to live for?

He sighs as he finally finds a place to stand in line. Some hand to hand sparring. It can teach a lot of things, and it's why everything is crashing down before him. He watches the trainers give a quick lesson, and then he steps up and sees his opponent.

Perhaps I'm better off running away like a scared feral cat.

He takes a breath and makes eye contact not knowing where to go from here.

"Good luck."

He holds out a hand to shake before they begin.

"I'm sure this will be fun."

It's the calm before the storm, and I want to stand strong when the eye passes by.

 
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