Hair in the usual topknot. I wore the bodysuit and helmet to protect me, then was teleported away, along with all the other new students.
"Dear god, please let me live," I whispered. Then, when the blue signal flare was shot up, illuminating the sky even during sun up, I sidestepped and moved forward.
I am still struggling to understand how I ended up here from the comfortable bed.
The school had slots for two hundred new students. In a year, the older students will be sent out, and we will replace them as a new batch.
The students here were totaled at one thousand. Many will die, everyone was aware of that, but they still tried. What choice did they have?
From the time they had enrolled, they had signed over their lives.
Those who had cried – or struggled to return home – failed.
It was no wonder this was the top school for our year; the system was you either survived and lived.
Or perish and die.
