The race was on. As soon as the first shot was fired, thousands of girls burst across the starting line running toward the forest and mountains in the distance. The air was pulsing with fear, anticipation, anxiety, panic, and excitement. Adrenaline filled the air and endorphins pulsed through the blood of the first group of runners. The scents were so mixed, it would have been a miracle to pinpoint one specific person at the starting line. The participants were grouped into two starts, the hunters and the prey. The prey had been let loose with the first shot. The prey had naturally split into three distinct groups once the first shot had been fired. The front group had taken off at a sprint, desperate to reach the trees as quickly as possible. They were hoping for a hiding place, anywhere they could wait out this year’s game. They were the panicked participants. They were desperate to go home alone another year, their optimism pushing them onward as their legs pumped as fas
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