The suns were up high at the peak where all three aligned while we ran among the golden four-meter-long grass trying to escape the oncoming danger. Around a week ago, two alphas had met and fought. Because of that, a stampede occurred.
The results when everything was over: fifty students were trampled to death.
My attitude to this was unmitigated dissatisfaction.
They reduced the amount to seven hundred and fifty-six, later again it fell to merely seven hundred and forty. Well, the numbers seemed to be reluctant in shrinking; perhaps these children were fortuitous or were adequately trained.
We were on the move constantly to get away from the alphas and their fight, plus the other students we avoided instead of confronting.
I taught them a few things: for example, the girl to be better bait. She had a foundation taught by her family but – erm – what sort of "bait" is so incompetent?
