Zitch

Prologue

      Most people has already grouped themselves as to who they think can support and help them, but I know no one and am not the person people would like to know. I'm a left out... just like them.

     Teams... Parties... Groups.. Or whatever they call it. They have it and I don't. It's necessary for this journey and I'm a quiet person and there's just four of us left. The rest are in groups of five to seven already getting to know each other, sharing plans or strategies for the upcoming selection.

     The air is still and the silence is deafening. I watched the other three. First, a guy or a nerd who seemed incredibly frightened. Second, a guy or a girl who doesn't seem to care about anything. Third, a guy who is avoided and rejected by other teams for being bluntly crazy.

    We have no choice... it's just us four...