Every step hurts. The effort kills. A sharp pang of pain eats at my stomach. The only thing I could think about was food. This was something no 6-year old should even think about. But for me, it was reality.

Water can only hold someone for so long. But even that was scarce. I was to weak to fight, and I knew no one would share. I might as well just try to fight.

Ding! Food. Fight. Desire. Blood. Water. Scars. Lunch. That ding symbolizes SO much. By time I manage to get to the circle it's all gone. All of it. Taurus has been taking extra. He hates me.

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Ding! I muster all of my strength and run. I grab a box. Astonished, I run out of the circle. Knifes, arrows, and spears fly past me. I need this desperately. I get out of the circle. It's mine!

Hello food! Goodbye hunger!