Durham 100 years from now

I can feel everyone staring at me. I try to avoid looking anyone directly in their eyes. My name has been called for the annual North Carolina games. After the year 2015 every city in North Carolina lost control of their citizens. The games were a way for them to get revenge on everyone that disobeyed. Every North Carolina resident hated the ridiculous rules they were beginning to make, so they found a way to misbehave. The mayors weren’t having it they made sure we got what was coming for us. If your name got called you had to go against one other person from every other city in North Carolina. There were basically no rules except win for your city. There was also no age limit so if you got called to go fight that was it you couldn’t do anything about it.

When I heard my name being called I knew it was over. I walked up to Bill Bell the mayor and just stared at him because he has been the mayor for a long time. We all wondered why he hasn’t died yet. Bill shook my hand and congratulated me as if I had won something. He must have lost his mind because I had nothing to be happy about. I was going to compete for my life against so many other people. I should kill him right now I thought. What would have happened? Everything would have been worse if I did kill the mayor. After this is over we meet the other chosen ones and have a feast in Charlotte because that would be the last meal for most of us. This also gives us a chance to meet our competition.

As I am riding in the limo headed to the headquarters in Charlotte I notice how bad everything in Durham really was. Mostly everyone was living in tents because all of the houses were burned down by angry citizens. There was no such thing as stores because the government felt that we lost that privilege by going against their rules. Everyone was poor and only people from the government had money. If you were seen with money someone working for the government was going to kill you. No one was playing games; every citizen was just trying to live.

When we finally arrive I notice that everything is segregated. Everyone was divided by race and all I did was shook my head because racism was still alive and worse than ever. When we sat down to eat we had to sit by people we were assigned with. I didn’t speak to anyone because no one here could be trusted. As soon as dinner is over we head over to our bunks to get a goodnights rest in order to be ready for the games.

It is five o’clock in the morning and we are all being rushed around trying to get set up for us to begin. Each person only gets a machete as a weapon and they have to figure out a way to survive in the area. No one is actually ready but we have no choice. The mayors are all waiting for us outside. We all walk over to our stand. Everyone is freaking out, shaking with fear. The announcer takes the microphone and shoots the gun to let us know the games have begun.