As the digital announcement displayed the ominous countdown, indicating that there were only 60 minutes remaining before the third-round game would commence, the pressure and anxiety among the gathered players reached its zenith. They huddled together on the top deck of the cruise ship, cherishing the last remnants of comfort and normalcy before the impending trials of the game.
Amidst the crowd, Alan took the opportunity to seek out a particular group that had stood out from the rest. It was led by Merle, the crimson gunner, and his ragtag gang of rednecks. Merle's enthusiastic greeting, infused with his characteristic brashness, met Alan's welcoming smile. However, Alan's offer was clear when he said, "Are you sure you don't want to join us?"
Merle's response was immediate and resolute. "Hell no, you are a government goon now. Besides, we're better off with our small group."
