It started off with me working at my old job at the college library. We had to go down to the basement and set up these chairs for all these people who were going to be participating in the Hunger Games. There were hundreds of people. WE get them all situated on the chairs and are running back in forth when all of a sudden, the whole floor is transported to an open field with a lone shack in front of us, and suddenly we're all scrambling out of our chairs.

Zombies start spilling out of the house and running at us. So, we all scatter, running away. I learned that I could fly, and because I wasn't really supposed to be there, I just fly to these tall, motherfucking trees on the edge of the field and watched as people killed each other, only they weren't very good at it, and it was taking them forever.

After a long time, someone noticed I was up there and started climbing the tree, but I just flew off, and made my way to the opposite end's tallest tree. Before I knew it, there were two of us left. Me and my old coworker from the bank that everyone hates.

She tapped me on the arm and told me she won, and I was like, excuse me? You have to kill me to win, and she was so confused, and we had to get the gamemakers involved and ask how we actually win. They told us that I was right, you have to kill the other.

So, they let us break for supper, and suddenly my coworker's gone, and my friend E was making me supper. Spaghetti, and I was so nervous and didn't want to put down my scythe because I was scared my coworker would come back while I was sitting there and take advantage.