Adrain_Garcia

“LET’S BEGIN THE SURVIVAL GAME!”

The announcement called out before Allen could get a handle on the circumstances. He was thrust into a game of survival. It was supposed to be a typical day for Allen, but if only that were possible. Unfortunately, fate had different plans for him.

Allen was consistently prepared to leave for school. It was part of his routine that he never broke. But, much to his dismay, he didn’t know he wasn’t coming home that night. Upon his arrival, all the students were forced to stay at school. They were asked to complete simple tasks without notice. At first, they were asked to accomplish the duties just as menial as solving a riddle, but oblivious to the peril they were about to enter. 

Soon it turned out that Fifty students from various places were kidnapped and erased from records and placed on a deserted island. After realizing their situations, it was clear, the only way to survive was to complete the given tasks.

Just like the working world of real life, everyone has to face the consequences of their actions. Just like that, they all have to face the consequences for every wrong decision and incompetent result.

Will Allen be able to come out of this? Or will he be trapped in the game for eternity?

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Hey there,
since this is my first novel there might be slight mistakes. If you can ignore those mistakes then I really think you will enjoy the novel. I will constantly be trying to improve. 

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Is My Life Ordinary?

The room's atmosphere was tense. The only sound that could be heard was the flickering sound of wind blowing through the open window.

I might have not noticed this earlier but all the desks and chairs were placed on the corner, making a big space enough for a couple of people to brawl. They were really prepared to fight me, if I hadn't made my way out with words I might actually had to fight all these.

But it isn't something I should be concerned about right now; the man in front of me is far more menacing than those lackey's of his. The light was faint, but it was enough for me to see his gaze. Those eyes were clearly out for vengeance, but they also appeared to be looking for something else.

"Don't blame me for this…" he charged at me. As he began taking steps forward, he took something out of his pocket aiming at me. He glared at me, yet his face appeared tinged with dread. Even though he tried to hide his fear, it was exposed through his hands.

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