“So, who’s going to die today?”

The deep, loud voice of Director Goldstone rings through the murky gymnasium.

I clench my fists, trying my best to remain standing still. I’ve survived for a year now, leaving the whole squad to know me as the longest one standing. Everyday I wake up, not with the fear of being chosen, but the need to.

I’d rather be rid of the constant fear of being chosen. I’d...

Time is precious. I know how important that saying is as the bringer of death. You never know when you will be robbed of it. However, that saying has not stopped me from lingering near the hospital room of a certain young woman.

I call it a malfunction, humans would call it love. Or maybe infatuation. I _am_ incapable of loving, after all.

Strangely, I keep on finding myself watching her when ...