Confess I loved you
                                       Just thinking of you
                      

                   I know I've loved you
         
                        From the start.

-from the start.
                        -Laufey
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Your hopping steps were immediately noticed in the atmosphere of the large camp with more than 400 people, almost all the same.

In addition to the grimace permanently placed on your face, you felt a sense of boredom, and that phrase was mainly in your head.

'ugh..green light red light again?'

the fact that they presented the same game every year was frustrating, almost too boring.

Your feet had never touched that sand that you had only seen through a screen. The giant doll was facing the players. You gave her an annoyed, almost disgusted look. Your childish behavior had always been considered annoying by others, and also, particularly unusual.

Of course, the doll couldn't notice your childish and annoyed look. It was just a doll. But god, how many times had you seen that huge plastic face? So annoying.

Bo-kyeong pov:

Ugh, how boring. It's always the same story.

Red light, green light, a few shots, the realization, more shots, and finally oh, crazy, there are 300 of us left.

God even this year, no one interesting. Well, at least, I should try to analyze who could last longer.

A few minutes passed, and the players were already analyzing the pitch better. A voice rang across the camp, explaining the rules. But you were too busy biting your nails.

The rules were popular and boring,so who cares?

You couldn't die anyway.

Only after a few minutes, there were many lifeless bodies lying on the yellowish sand, while pools of blood expanded more and more over the small microscopic grains.

Everyone moved slowly and after a few minutes, there were many lifeless  lying on the yellowish sand, while pools of blood expanded more and more over the small microscopic grains. And you just wanted to say:

'What, ever seen a dead person?'

After a few too many red light green lights, the finish line was near. You approached hopping, as if you were walking through a grove.

As you jumped, your stability was lost.

You could feel the cadsvere's arm under your shoe, not that you cared of course, but still you should have incensed a dramatic play with the title of atrocious death by machine gun of unknown position.

You were already ready to collect your future Oscar, until a hand reached the fabric of your green tracksuit jacket, the same for everyone, which grabbed you with a confident and decisive grip.

The doll turned, you stood still, of course with no Oscar or feigned desperation in your eyes, and when the plastic head turned again, your foot crossed the line, and together with you, a figure, threw itself across the border between life and death.

You remained resting on your arms, as if you were on the beach, as if nothing was happening.

You felt the grains of sand under