The Hunger Games: The Last Victor

"District One: Vera Augustinus, 11 points; Nolan Martin, 9 points;

District 10: MaxWilson, 10 points; AlexanderBest, [-] points;

Third District: Olivia Puffer, 9 points; Albert Scott, 7 points;

District Four: DaisyMentholatum, 7 points; GaryLuke, 10 points;

District Five: Mika Grant, 9 points; Leonard Miller, 10 points;

District Six: Yuka, 6 points; LucasRobert, 7 points;

District Seven: Aurora Black, 7 points; GeogeWhistin, 6 points

District Eight: Jeyne White, 8 points; Alron Davis, 8 points;”

The TV reported one by one the organizer’s personal evaluation of our 24 tributes. At first glance, most of them had high scores, and few scored less than 7 points, which shows that the tributes of this year are all very strong. ; On the other hand, for the audience, this year's Hunger Games is very interesting.

Everyone around me waited with bated breath for the scores from District [-], but I wasn't too nervous.I just performed a little gymnastics with whips as props that day as usual in training, and I didn't report too much hope for my score.

"District Nine: Taylor Lee, 9 points."

Herman applauds everything and I congratulate him too - although I think he could have scored more.After a while, everyone was quiet again, waiting for my score.

"Lavender Crawley, 9 points."

I breathed a sigh of relief. 9 points, not too high but a very good score, will not cause hatred; most importantly, Taylor and I have the same score, which will not cause a gap between us.I smiled and nodded to the others, looking at the bracelet on my left wrist.

"District 7: Niamh Eden, 6 points; John, [-] points;

District 10: Camille Park, 7 points; SunChris, [-] points;

District 6: LilyChrista, 8 points; SamOdwilly, [-] points...."

The last few hours.

Wearing the white gown that Amiya had prepared for me, I lined up between 24 tributes in the waiting area for my personal interview.The tributes were very quiet, one by one silent, taking care of their own dresses.Here you can clearly hear the voices of the host and interviewed tributes, as well as the applause and cheers of the audience in the capital city.I might be a little nervous, feeling a little dizzy, I lowered my head and stared at my dress.

This is a dress that Amiya re-customized for me, a knee-length voile white gauze skirt.Layers of voile are dotted with rhinestones and feathers, and if it weren't for the knee-length skirt, it would really look like a wedding dress.My hair is neatly rolled up high, with edelweiss hairpins that are also made of natural rhinestones inserted in the hair, which looks a bit like Princess Eugenie.If you want to say gorgeous, let me be gorgeous, this is the last time I will wear such a luxurious dress.

The tributes in front of me entered the arena one by one, and I was already at the front of the line.Taylor behind him looked relaxed and undisciplined as always, and nothing seemed to make him feel serious.He nodded to me with a smile, and I followed the guide to the stage.

"Levinde Crawley!"

I felt a push from the usher behind me, and I stepped into the light.The light in the waiting room was very dark, in stark contrast to the stage.The lights on the stage made it hard for me to open my eyes, and the welcome sound from the audience poured into my ears like a tide. I sat down next to the host based on my feeling, and the only thought in my mind was to leave this noisy place as soon as possible.Sure enough, the host ended the conversation after talking with me for a little while—maybe it was my performance that prevented him from continuing the conversation.He expressed his admiration for my willingness, and asked a few words about my family situation, then pulled me to stand up, raised my right hand, and said loudly: "Let us never forget this beautiful flower, forget-me-not , Levinde Crowley from District Nine!"

☆, falling into the dark hell

"After tomorrow, everything will change. Friendships will be tested and loyalties will be broken. In the end, you will find that the only person you can completely trust is yourself."

Angelina's last words to me were replaying in my head over and over again. "Don't trust anyone." This is what she has been saying all the time, and it is what she must let me remember.

In a short while, Amiya has already arranged my clothes for me. "This suit has two layers. The outer layer is used to keep warm and can be removed; the inner layer is very thin, made of sports tights that are good for heat dissipation and sweat absorption. This is the opposite of the outer layer. I can't guess What will the arena be like this time." He zipped me up and took a look at my left hand, "This thing is actually hindering your survival—I know it was given to you by your mother— — so wear it on your sleeve or take it off. Anyway, take care of yourself.”

Before I could say a word, he pushed me into the teleportation room.It didn't even occur to me how being small like him pushed me.I waved to him through the closed glass door, and the teleportation room slowly went up.

The glare of the sun poured down from my head, I raised my head, blinked, and slowly adjusted to the light outside—no, the artificial sun.

Looking around, the tributes from District 12 are being pushed up one by one. Standing beside me are the boy George from District 7 and Lily from District [-].George looked around nervously, his gray eyes full of panic.Lily clenched her fists tightly, staring at the countdown screen, ready to rush out of the launch pad.After a while, the countdown began on the big screen.I found Tyler in the crowd, and he seemed to be staring at me.My eyes searched for the various items piled up together, and I saw the whip that belonged to me—but it was placed in the middle, right next to the girl Olivia Wuzhu from the third district.It is impossible to grab a weapon.As I thought this way, I looked up at the entire arena as Herman instructed.

As usual, the Horn of Zeus is located in the middle of a lawn, but the strange thing is that between our 24 tributes, there is a row of glass fences that go deep into the forest and are almost knee-high.And as the clearing spreads, plant growth seems to change throughout the arena.

The surrounding vegetation gradually changed from pine trees and tung trees behind the Horn of Zeus to camphor trees, birch trees, and maple trees. Although not very high, the heights are covered with white snow.What kind of strange design is this?The entire arena is divided into twelve areas, and the environment of each area is still so weird.

I looked back, the countdown on the big screen has entered the last ten seconds.All the tribute gates around are ready to rush out of the launch pad, and the arrow is on the string, so it has to be launched. "Don't take the initiative to join this bloodbath, avoid it if you can." This sentence is said by every mentor, but when it comes to the arena, they feel that there is no benefit in avoiding it.I stared at a backpack on the back right of the Horn of Zeus, thinking to run as soon as I got it, weapons or something later.So, as soon as the countdown was over, I jumped off the launch pad and headed for it.

The professional tributes were very fast, had already grabbed their weapons and started the massacre.

I rushed to the backpack, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max, the girl from District [-], throwing a throwing knife at me. I quickly bent down and rolled forward to avoid the attack of the flying knife and rolled up the backpack.Looking back, Max's attention was no longer on me, so I ran forward.

As he ran, Nolan, a boy from the first district, caught up with him, waving the Mandarin Duck Sword.I heard Taylor's yelling, and I looked in the direction of the sound, and Taylor threw a golden thing at me - it was my metal whip.I reached out and grabbed the handle of the whip, and immediately drew it towards Nolan, who was forced to take a few steps back.I whipped him hard on the neck again, and he fell to the ground.I flicked the whip around again, drawing a protective circle around me.

Suddenly, I felt something grabbing my whip. Looking back, Olivia from District [-] wrapped my whip with her martial stick, preventing me from moving.I tried my best to pull the whip away, and she used her strength to drag me forward.I lost my balance and fell to the ground, and the whip I was holding tightly slid me forward a little bit.Grass brushes past my ear, and I see the button on the handle of the whip—the power button.Yes, that would make her let go.I reached forward hard and pressed the button.

Olivia let go of her hand all of a sudden, I quickly turned over and stood up, pulled back the whip, and was about to fight back, when she suddenly yelled and fell at my feet.On her back, there was a long scar, and blood was slowly flowing from the wound.I looked up, and Gary from District [-] was reaching out to catch the flying back flying Frisbee, staring at me indifferently.It was him, he killed Olivia and saved me.I stared at him in shock, wondering why he would reach out to me.And he just stared at me coldly for a while, then walked away.

After he turned and left, I hurriedly picked up my backpack and ran into the forest.

I ran like hell, ignoring the mud and puddles in the forest.Hurry up, hurry up, get out of that damn place.The sound of killing and torture in the distance came intermittently, and gradually disappeared.I can't run anymore.I stopped, gasping for breath with my hands on my knees, the palm of my hand holding the whip was already burnt out.I looked around, and there were pine trees and camphor trees all around.There should be no one left.I stood up straight.

Suddenly, there was a sound of shouting above her head, and immediately a figure fell from the tree with her back facing upwards, and an arrow shot into her back.It's Aurora, a girl from District Seven.She is very smart and knows how to climb to a high place to avoid the wind, but unfortunately she didn't hide well enough and was discovered.

It's not safe enough here, I think.So I ran forward again.

When I stopped again, I was really exhausted.I don't know if I was knocked or stirred, but my whole body jumped forward.The hands supporting the ground were wiped with blood by small stones on the ground, but it didn't hurt very much.I turned over, and the nausea caused by running wildly just now was gone.I lay on the ground, looking overhead, my ears filled with the singing of birds.

Here is a birch forest.The golden sunlight sprinkled from the gaps in the leaves, like a sharp sword of light projected on the ground, it is really beautiful.Heh, after every Hunger Games, the arena turns into a tourist attraction; even now, I admit it's a really beautiful place, I like it here - as long as there are no Jeopardy, I'd love it here.

After a short rest, I sat up and opened the backpack I just grabbed.

Inside, a pair of bracers, a coil of rope, a water bag, a belt for lashing things, and a flat-topped shortsword.so lucky.

"Find water and live." Well, since it is temporarily safe, it is indeed time to find water.I took the dagger out of the backpack, turned it a few times in my hand, and stabbed the soil around me hard, and then stabbed again.

When I touched the sword, it was wet.

Very well, there is water here.

☆、Hellfire·Light of Hope

After filling the water bag, I walked along the shallow stream.According to my intuition, this stream flows along the entire arena. Walking along it, I can walk around the entire arena, so as to understand how weird the setting environment of this arena is.

Go forward slowly, this direction is west, I can't be mistaken.The environment seemed to grow colder as I went forward.It should be afternoon at this time, and there are four or five hours left, so we must find a campsite before the sun goes down.It is also a dense forest, but here it has gradually become a camphor forest.The surroundings are still peaceful, and the chirping of birds is still everywhere, but the sun feels weaker and weaker, and the previous warmth has dissipated.Everywhere I walked, I found a medium-sized rock that seemed to be growing out of the ground.The front and back of the stone are inscribed with different adjacent numbers.The first stone found was engraved with 4 and 3, the second 3 and 2, and the third 2 and 1.I stared at them for a long time, but never understood what they meant.

A gust of wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering.How did it get so cold all of a sudden?I pulled the outer layer of the garment in place and continued on my way.

Passing through a dwarf pine forest, a section of mountain wall appeared in front of it, and the stream gradually converged into a narrow river.

There is no road ahead.

I looked around, and the only way to move forward was to climb the rock and reach the relatively flat river bank.Without hesitation, I took out the roll of rope from my bag, fastened one end to my waist, and the other end to a tree on the mountain wall that I thought was relatively strong, and climbed up the rock.

The road was relatively smooth, and soon reached the opposite side of the river bank.I let go of the rope and climbed down the rocks. There were many huge stones in the river. The river rushed quickly and hit the stones, splashing white waves, forming a rapidly rotating vortex.

I have to walk over the stone.

Staring at those whirling vortexes, I bit the bullet and walked over.

The stone is very big, very steep, and very slippery, and there is a little torrent rushing past my feet from time to time, so I can't stand firmly at all.

It's okay, I can swim.I can only comfort myself like this.But I also know that in such a turbulent current, even if I can swim, I will be washed away.

In this way, I moved little by little to the distance from the river bank, but at the same time, the current became more turbulent, and the splash at my feet became bigger and bigger.Finally, I was thrown into the water by a rapid.

I reached out and scratched around, but bumped into many hard rocks.It hurts - I think I'm hurt.I couldn't keep my eyes open, and my whole body was in a cold, suffocating world.I'm sinking into a deep blue darkness, I want to breathe, but I can't get the air into my lungs, only feel more cold——

Suddenly, I got out of the water, and my knees touched the cold and hard stones and gravel.I put my hands on the ground and coughed the water out of my throat.A lot of cold stream water has been poured into the lungs, and the pain is about to burst.His hair was all soaked, and hung messily and dripping over his ears.I gasped for breath, the cold air penetrated into my lungs, and the cold made me wake up a lot.I fell to the ground, threw my head back, and tore off my backpack and coat.I really want to thank the material of this backpack, as well as the outer layer of the outerwear, which are waterproof.Although the inner tights are soaked, they are also quick-drying, and they can be completely dried after enduring the cold for a while.

I wrung out my hair and stood up.

It's so cold in here.I squinted my eyes and looked around. The mountain wall I just climbed was actually quite high.Gray, bare stones are piled up together, lifeless; the flow of the stream is faster, and the water splashes up the river bank little by little, and then retreats layer by layer; the forest behind it is no longer the camphor forest before. Or birch forests, but dark green pine forests.Compared with the previous environment and climate, it can only be winter here.

Wait - winter?

I seemed to think of something all of a sudden, and slowly turned around in a circle, and looked around again.

Twelve regions, different environments, spring, winter - months?

I see.Recalling what I saw before the countdown, and those strange stones I found some time ago, I confirmed my hypothesis.

The entire arena is divided into twelve regions, and each region has a different environmental climate. Starting from the back of the Horn of Zeus, heading east is January, February, March, until December, and finally returning to Behind the horn of Zeus, it is connected with January to form a cycle, that is, twelve months in a year.So, according to the direction I was going in the past——

It's December here.

My God, it's December here, which should be the coldest season.

I don't want to freeze to death here.I packed up my things and was about to leave here, when there was a rustling sound of leaves colliding behind me.

There are people behind.

I clenched my fist.Damn, I don't want to fight anyone right now.

I turned my head and stared behind me—it was a tall weed that formed the boundary between the gravel beach and the pine forest.There's a man—I don't know who it is—behind the weeds, and he must have been waiting a long time, and he's been watching me since I knelt on the gravel beach.

I just stared at it for a while, when a head poked out from behind.Gray hair, a pair of small gray eyes that looked at me like a little mouse - well, I didn't mean to belittle him.

He stared at me for a while, then slowly stood up straight.

It's a skinny male tribute, and as to whether it's from District [-] or [-] - well, I know that's not very ethical - I don't know.

I turned around slowly and looked at him.Somehow, I was as unwarranted of him as a little boy who had gotten separated from his mother and ran across it on a walk in the park.I thought of Eric.

"Are you from District Six or—?" I asked tentatively.

"George Westin, District Seven." He stared at me, eyes wide open.

"Sorry." I raised my eyebrows.It's really not good to call someone by the wrong name.

He tilted his head and looked at me, "I saw you fell from over there just now," he said with gestures, "then I pulled you up."

"You?" I was taken aback.I knew it was impossible for me to fly up out of the water alone, but it never occurred to me that such a skinny boy would pull me up.Again, I don't discriminate against body size - but I'm curious if there is such a type. "Thanks."

I tucked the fallen hair behind my ears, and walked deep into the forest, "It's going to be very cold here at night, I'm going to find a place to settle down. You—" I turned around, "Follow?"

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether it was because of mistrust or some other reason-in the end, he still followed.

I really wonder why I'm so unsuspecting.

Walking on the rugged mountain road, I asked myself this way.Looking back, George behind him was just looking down at the road under his feet to prevent himself from falling, and there was really nothing to guard against.Weird, why would I take him as Eric?I turned around, took a deep breath, and continued walking.

This pine forest grows on a hillside, and there are hard gray stones everywhere. Most of the soil is covered by gravel, and it is not firm to walk on.At this time we are walking in a place covered by gray stones. Although it is very steep-the stone is hard and loose, and you can hear the sound of small stones rolling down every step you take-but we must reach the high mountain before the sun sets. place.Because, I saw a cave above.No matter what's in it, it's going to be a nice safe haven.

After walking for a while, a few cannon shots suddenly came from a distance. George shook his body, and I quickly grabbed his arm.

Roughly speaking, there are only five tones.I was shocked.Over the years, the number of tributes slaughtered in the professional bloodbath at the beginning of the Hunger Games has never been less than 10, and generally half of the participating tributes can be wiped out.But this time - there were only five of them.Even though I know that this year's tributes are all very strong, such a small number is really incredible.The fewer people the bloodbath sifts out, the more treacherous the road ahead will be.

I bit my lip and walked into the cave with George.

Nice place.

This is my first review of this place after walking in.It is a perfect cave, not very deep, but it can keep out the cold wind.Hard stone walls, moderate height, no water flowing inside.The terrain is very high. Looking out from the cave, you can overlook most of the arena, and you can also see the horn of Zeus in the middle of the lawn.All in all, an ideal haven.

As soon as George entered, he sat down against the stone wall, and I realized that he had nothing but the clothes on his body.I suddenly thought of the girl I saw in District Seven this morning—the girl Aurora Black who fell from a tree and got an arrow shot in her back, and a chill ran down her back.

I don't know much about that girl, and my impression of her is only due to her name-Aurora, beautiful and kind.When I first heard of her, I really liked her name.I remember it was a goddess in Greek mythology, Eos, the goddess of dawn, the goddess who brought light to the world.What a beautiful name, but unfortunately, it doesn't have any protective effect on Aurora Black.I shook my head, and the hair that had just been soaked was already half-dried, and the strands of hair were curled up, which looked curly than usual.

Outside the cave, the sky has already turned orange red, and strips of golden layered clouds stick to the sky, as if the sky is covered with tiger skin patterns.

"I'm going to get something to eat." I put my backpack down and George nodded slightly.I tied the belt around my thigh and picked up the whip.I hesitated as I fastened the short sword to my belt, and handed it to George.He took the dagger, looked at it, and said nothing.

"Stay here and don't leave, I'll be right back." I shouted behind me as I walked out of the cave, and I was met with silence.

I smile.

boys...

☆, before dawn

Walking in the pine forest, I feel inexplicably getting colder and colder.I shivered and pulled my dry coat tighter.

Nothing fancy here.I muttered like this, and set some simple traps with branches and long grass in the grass not far from the cave. This kind of trap is used to catch small animals such as rabbits and pine trees, but it is very simple. The chances of success in catching prey are slim, and I'm just trying my luck.Instead, I found some scattered mushrooms or something.After picking a little, I looked back to the cave where George was staying. Although I couldn't see anything, I seemed relieved.

In this kind of ghost place, with my own ability, I can only find these things that are still things to eat.I stared at the mushroom in my hand, shrugged, and turned to go back.

Halfway through, my attention suddenly turned to the unused whip that I had been holding in my hand all of a sudden, and I suddenly thought: the whip that my father taught me to use before, including the whip used for riding a horse when I was a child, were all traditional whips. In fact, I have never touched the metal whip in my hand except for using it a few times in the training ground, let alone electrified it.And using the electrified whip was only earlier today—cough.I coughed lightly.I really want to see how powerful this electrified whip attack is.So, I put the mushrooms under a pine tree, flicked the whip, and the golden long whip that was originally coiled together stretched out, and hit the ground slightly, and a few gray gravels flew up.

I raised my hand, pressed the power button, and swiped the whip in a big circle above my head.All I saw was a blue light flashing by, followed by the sound of electric shocks destroying wood.

I put down my hand, looked curiously at the surrounding pine trees that had been destroyed by the whip in my hand, and let go of the finger that was pressing the power button.

I went forward and took a closer look at the scars on the trunks of the pine trees that had been battered by the electric whip.It was a strip of black sunken whip marks, the strip-shaped area that was attacked by the whip was scorched by the powerful current, and the inside of the wood was already exposed.The scars left by the whip on the wood are already so unsightly, if the scars are on people——

I dare not think about it anymore.

A bitter cold wind blew, and the sky gradually darkened.

It's time to go back, I thought to myself, picking up those mushrooms, I walked back.

When I was thinking about how to keep warm in the cave, a faint sound of animal activity in the grass reminded me of the hunting trap I had almost forgotten in the tall grass-I actually caught one Rabbit, so lucky.

Walking to the entrance of the cave, I suddenly felt something was wrong.In front of the cave, a row of dense low plants covered the entrance of the cave.I squeezed into the cave among these out-of-the-box plants, and I was stunned for a moment-a small fire was built in the cave, and it burned brightly, making the inside of the cave warmer than the outside; but George was not in the cave, but My knapsack and the short sword I had given George lay by the fire.

My heart tightened, and I put down a bunch of mushrooms in my hand and the rabbit that was trying to escape—but I had tied its legs and feet—and shouted: "George!" I ran out of the cave and stood shouted among a row of pines.But no one responded.

I'm about to suffocate.

Although, his life and death has nothing to do with me, even we are still enemies, but——

I still don't want that.

Suddenly, a small brown thing flew over from my upper right, and I hurriedly caught it with my hand-it was a pine cone.Looking up, George was sliding down a pine tree, and under the pine tree, there were many ripe pine cones scattered.I sighed helplessly, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the cave?"

He blinked and shrugged, "You've been gone for too long, and I'm more familiar with trees than you, and I can find more things to eat than you."

I exhaled, stared at him complainingly, picked up the pine cones, and went back to the cave.

"You made this fire?"

He nodded.Thanks to the fire, the temperature inside the cave is indeed higher than outside.I don't know how he started the fire, but he did.

I sat down by the fire and he asked me cautiously, "You just seemed worried about me..."

"Really?" I snapped back, "Maybe I think of you as my brother." Maybe I think of you as my brother Eric.This is a fact.

"You have a brother?" He knelt down and looked at me.

"Hmm." I shrugged, coiled up the whip, and put it by my feet, "A pestering little thing."

He looked at the whip, and at me.Obviously, he didn't understand whether I meant the whip or the "brother" I said.

"This rabbit..." He pointed to the group of gray fluff curled up on the ground, hesitating to speak.

I hugged the ball of fluff.Originally I was going to bake it. "Since you've found these things, it—here's to you."

George happily embraced him, let go of the restraints, and laid his hands on the rabbit's fur as carefully as if stroking a pet.It was also strange that the little thing became quiet as soon as it was in George's hands, curling up docilely in his arms.His focused and loving expression reminded me of Eric again.Perhaps, when Eric was 14 years old, he had lost this innocence.

He seemed to notice my gaze, raised his head, and smiled at me.

It seems to be getting colder here at night.George curled up by the fire with the gray rabbit in his arms and closed his eyes.But it was a bit cold, and he tossed and turned but didn't fall asleep for a long time.I sat next to him with my arms around my knees, and I didn't feel sleepy at all-but it wasn't because of the cold, but I really couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to sleep. I just stared at the orange-red bonfire in front of me, stared at the Jumping flames.Angelina told me that the first night of entering the arena was very difficult, one was because of unfamiliarity with the arena environment, and this night the professional tributes had the most frequent activities, and the other was that they had just experienced a A brutal and bloody bloodbath.This kind of bloodbath is to see other teenagers who are not so familiar but not strangers die beside him, their blood sprayed on his clothes or hands; or even more unsightly, with his own hands He killed a teenager who had no complaints or worries with him, just to survive.

I exhaled softly, and turned my head to look at the entrance of the cave.Through the leaves and branches that concealed the opening, I could see the clearing where the Horn of Zeus stood.In the clearing, a bright bonfire was lit.Professional tributes must be right next to the campfire.

Suddenly, a translucent holographic projection screen appeared in front of him.It is used to announce the tributes who are eliminated.

George opened his eyes.I prayed silently that there would never be Taylor.

☆, out of the game

The names and photos of the eliminated tributes flashed past my eyes one by one.Olivia Puffy, a girl from District [-]; Aurora Black, a girl from District [-]; Nefer Eden, a girl from District [-], and a boy, John;When Aurora's name appeared on the screen, I clearly felt George shudder beside me.

In no time, the screen disappeared, as if it had never been there.I breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Taylor is okay.

But soon, I laughed at myself in my heart: Taylor is not a cannon fodder tribute, to be precise, he must be stronger than me; it must not be easy to get a high score of nine points in the personal evaluation—I But no boast.

But why do I care so much about his safety?Even if we are in the same district, are we really not enemies?

I glanced at George next to me, and he closed his eyes again.Can I have a good dream, I think, this is not so easy.

I just sat like this, with my head resting on the mountain wall, my eyes closed, in a daze, as if I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but a gust of cold wind woke me up.I opened my eyes suddenly, and suddenly felt strange around me.Looking inside the cave, it turned out that the bonfire had gone out.

Outside, there was a biting cold wind blowing, and the vegetation used for shelter was no longer able to do much. The cold wind came in through the gaps between the vegetation, and the cold also entered.I stood up, walked to the cave door and looked outside—it was snowing outside.Even though the snow is falling, the color of the sky can tell that it is already early morning.I picked some plants from the edge of the cave, filled the gaps between the original plants and trees, and returned to the cave.

Originally, I wanted to start the fire again.After walking a few steps, I suddenly saw a group of gray fluff curled up by my feet.It's strange how the rabbit got out.And then, I also discovered the abnormality in the cave.

The cave is really quiet, except for the wind outside and my breathing, there is no other sound.

Really, it was so quiet.It was questionably quiet.

A bad thought crossed my mind, I took a quick breath, my head buzzed, as if thousands of bees were flying inside, absorbing the air that should belong to me.

No.

I could hear myself breathing harder, and I feared the heavy pounding of my heart could be heard a few feet away.Slowly, gently, I approached George, whose eyes were still closed, crouched down, held my breath—

Everything was still so silent, and George's breathing was not heard.

Will not.

I reached out and reached under George's chin to the left: nothing.

I grabbed George by the shoulders and shook him hard, calling his name—

no response.

I gasped for breath, as if waiting for something.

Soon, there was a muffled cannon shot from afar.I'm like all of a sudden