The Risk

15 year old Cassie Acquah doesn't realize what "risk" is until she gets herself stuck... The thing is, a board game isn't really the same as real life, so how will she survive when she gets thrown head-first into one. Well, I suppose she COULD fall in love with the troop leader, become a soldier and explore the world on horseback, but how will she ever get out?


29. Escape

I collapsed onto the grass, overcome with emotion, and looked around at the deserted battlefield. Seeing the valleys filled with dead soldiers, I got up, brushed myself off and started walking towards them, bow swinging in my hand and a sheath of arrows chinking on my back.

Suddenly, Finnick ran up to me, his face streaked with scratches and his arm daubed with blood all the way down to his wrist. I let out a small whimper of sympathy. He looked at me, with his deep emerald eyes, and I knew that we were overpowered. Looking behind, he beckoned someone who I could not yet see over the brow of the hill. Soon, around three dozen soldiers appeared, scarred and worn, and the only words that could escape Finnick's mouth, was "We have to go, now..." and he took me by the arm, cringing because he had a cut on his palm.

We marched quickly for the rest of the day through the forest, in what seemed like large circles, trying to find a place to camp that wasn't obvious. After about three hours, we came across a small portion of the ground that was hidden by an overhang consisting of tree roots and grass, where we decided to rest. In addition, we also needed somewhere to cook, and a clearing nearby was perfect.

Our first priority was clearing up the wounds; I was appointed as the head healer because I had experience in forest plants and remedies (my mother was a nurse and her company researched forest shrubbery and cures to illnesses), so I picked a few clumps of moss, and some vines, dabbed them in water and wrapped them around any injuries. I was trying to find some herbs that would disinfect the wound, when I noticed something odd was happening to one of the soldiers. He started wretching, and his face went pale, tinged with green. Soon, he was throwing up onto the ground, and a few of us had started to back off, when he fell to the ground, eyes not moving, and his chest had stopped rising and falling monotonously. I put two fingers to his chest- his pulse had stopped. The whole forest was silent with anticipation as I looked closer at the victim.

But nothing could prepare me for what I saw, for I gaped with repulsion at the large black lump crawling around in his arm.

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