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You continue to run in a zig-zag formation, barely dodging the coyote attacks and somehow steering clear of the bullets, assuming that they are being fired at you.

Overhead the automation announces another felled contestant; "176 contestants remain", it says. You feel a sharp pain in the back of your calf as one of the coyote's snaps its jaws shut behind you. You hope that you will not be 25th victim in the arena.

It hurts a little to put pressure on your leg now as you continue to head indirectly for the wooded area. Another rifle shot goes off behind you and this time you don't hear the bullet connect with anything. You might be out of the sniper's range at this point, you tell yourself.

Not much farther to the woods, you think with relief. And then something disastrous happens; your foot gets snagged in one of the vine-like plants that cover the savannah floor. You lurch forward, attempting to regain your footing with your injured leg, and fall to the ground. You can hear their hunger as the coyotes draw near.

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