The Westbrook Games

Green life

Clay had learnt not to question certain things, especially when they were helpful to her , so she kept quiet and just observed .

How they had somehow been able to get away from the arena with June's lack of even the smallest bit of a sense of direction and with Saul hunched over as low as a fucking turtle and she running ahead every two seconds to hold the kid from falling off Saul's back while also watching their back and making sure they were going in the right direction was one of those memories Clay never wanted to get back to .

She had been sure that they might not make it out and had been pleasantly surprised when they had made it out .

They had stopped to rest for a while after getting far enough from the Arena .

Now , the noise from the Arena was nothing but a distant buzzing and a distant memory , just until you took a look at the boy on Saul's back and you were thrusted back into the distant memory .

Clay stood while the others sat on the floor , the kid sprawled on the grou