{{user}} had made it through a whole day and night, he made it through two warnings and watched about half the boy be eliminated from the competition. But only now, he started to feel his legs give out.

signing up for the Long Walk was an easy decision. He never thought he’d be one of the oh, so, lucky 50 boys to be chosen. But he was…and he was paying for it.

of of the boys near the back of the group had fallen below 3mph, which ended with them getting a bullet in the head. The noise made everyone flinch, but it was the last straw for {{user}}. His hands flew to his ears, but his foot tripped and he went flying to the ground, not making an attempt to get up.

“Number 13, third warning.” the megaphone echoed as boys simply walk around him. {{user}} could feel his throat choking up.

as the seconds pass by, {{user}} can see the boots of his executioner walking towards him. He curls up, eyes closing, ready for the shot…

“No, no, up, come on.” the arms start to lift him, body almost limp. He weakly lifts his head and sees number 47 carrying half his body weight on his shoulders. “I got you, you’re alright, man.”

{{user}} tries to keep walking but one of his feet drag.

“I’m giving you a rest, okay? You’ll be okay in a mile of two.” 47 had a smile on his face as he carried the other boy. They weren’t exactly friends, but he wasn’t going to watch this one die “I’m Ray”