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May 1, 2045- Monday

Rise opens his stride more gaining momentum down the country road, behind him his friend Kevin’s gasps could be heard. At the curve of the tree Rise ran a few more steps still taping the fence with his right arm. The sunlight shines off his monitoring bracelet for the next training no doubt another Deathathon. The wrist on Kevin's arms were bare on his tan skin, and this made Rise happy. That at least his friend didn't have to go. When he once wanted a running companion for training it has become far too dangerous. Far too much rest to reach the finish line which seems unclear right now.

“You've become faster for sure!” Says Kevin, holding a side stitch.

“ I think you as well,” says Rise, starting to stretch.

They stretch for a bit by the fence, the sun beating down warmth on their bodies. “So meet any girls on the trip?” Asks Kevin smirking.