I sat on a bale of hay, toying with my bowstring when Jon walks in. She walks around a bit, feeding the animals and watching the calfs. Then she comes over to me.

"Sher, dad wants you." Jon said in a low whisper. I looked at her. "Stay away from him. He's just a drunkard who has anger tendencies. I don't want you to get hurt." Jon sighed and climbed the ladder next to me to go to her sleeping area. We didnt sleep in the house, for as I said, my dad had Anger issues when he was drunk. Which was always.

I continued twiddling my bowstring when I heard crunching footsteps come from outside the barn, some quicker than others. Mobs. I cussed in my head, climbing the ladder myself. After reaching the top I made sure the torches where secure and looked down the ladder. Zombies were bumping into one another, bashing their heads off of the post the ladder was attached to. I sighed.

"Jon, don't go down tonight, okay?" I looked over at her and saw her nod, then she looked out of the window. The blood red light of the monthly blood moon filtered through the glass panes I had made and shone beatifully on the floor. I sighed and walked over to the furnace, putting in some wood and thirty pork chops. They would cook overnight, so it wasn't a big deal.

I flopped onto my bed and stared at the celing, my bow still in hand. Then I got an idea. I got up again and grabbed some arrows, walking over to the ladder once more. I peered down at the zombies, creepers having now joined the mess. I shot a few arrows at the idiotic mobs, killing a few with well placed head shots.

I walked back over to my bed, wondering that, if I killed enough mobs each night, that they would eventually not come. I decided that that was a stupid idea. I rolled onto my side and yawned, falling asleep.

~~Mithzan's POV~~

I sighed and swung my sword effortlessly at the dummy, slicing it in half. I knew that choosing day was nearly upon my district, and I needed to be prepared. Though my district was made up of miners, I knew how to fight. It wasn't that hard to nick some stone and iron from the minecarts when I was down there one time. It was as simple as the alphabet. Well, given the fact that I could barely read meant that it was kinda hard, but I managed.

I looked down at the golden "Z" necklace I wore, wondering who had made it, and who had worn it before myself. I found it on the side of the dirt road leading to my house one day, covered in mud, but it didnt stop me from taking it. Now I wore it every day, even if it was a little weird.

I heard a loud crack of thunder outside, and knew that it was gonna rain soon. So I put my sword back where I had it originally and walked home, staring up at the stormy sky, wondering who I would meet if I did get chosen.

~~Sky's POV~~

I ran around the house, chasing Alesa, my girlfriend. We had been dating for forever now, and I hoped to marry her. But that might not be possible with the Choosing coming up.

I quickly caught up to Alesa and grabbed her around her waist, her laughter filling the house. My parents weren't home, so we just roughhoused and ran around like idiots on this potential last day with her.

"I hope you know I love you." I said, resting my chin on the back of her head. She giggled. "Yea I know, you tell me every day silly!" Alesa said, turning to face me. I smiled at her. I hoped that I wouldn't get chosen. Alesa started toying with my amulet, trying to avoid the inevitable question.

Would I be picked tomorrow?

~~CaptainSparklez' POV~~

I sat in my room, staring at my little slime creature who was in his glass container. I named him Jerry.

I got up and walked over to my closet, throwing it open and taking out the nearly finished sword I had been making. I had been collecting slime from Jerry's cage and building a sword out of the hardened product of the collected slime.

Science is cool yo.

After taking the sword out of my closet, I examined it. It had a rough texture to it, and it was dark green. I grabbed a sandstone from under my bed and started smoothing the sword down, and eventually it actually looked like a sword. I was proud of my work, having lived in the crafting district my whole life had deffinately made an imprint on me.

As I stared down at the sword, my mind wandered to the choosing that took place tomorrow. I sat and wondered if I would be chosen. There was a chance, and I wouldn't put it past my terrible luck for that to happen. I sighed and looked at Jerry. He was happily bouncing and hopping around his enclosure, not caring about the world.

I stood up again and put my sword back in the closet. I then walked back over to my bed and flopped face first onto it, flicking the lever that turned my lamp off.

I was not psyched for tomorrow.