Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

“This son of a…!”

I sat up as soon as I opened my eyes.

My vision was blurry, and I could smell smoke.

And it was unusually noisy outside.

“Anyone on the streets will be considered a rebel. Everyone get inside!”

Authoritative shouts echoed from everywhere.

“Kyaaaaaak!”

I occasionally heard screams, and every time a loud boom echoed in the distance, a slight tremor shook the bed.

Then what the hell was going on?

I needed information.

Therefore…