The slaverunners don’t get a chance to respond, because in that moment a circular panel opens up directly above my head. Stark daylight pours in through the hole above me, blinding me. I turn my head to protect my eyes from the glare. Along with the light, a blast of sound comes down the hole, so loud it’s deafening. It’s the chanting, screaming, braying crowd. At the same time, I feel someone fiddling with the cuffs around my wrists. They’re unlocking me. And that can only mean one thing.

All at once, the ground moves beneath my feet. The metal thing I’m standing on is beginning to rise. My hands are free but my feet are locked into the ground, making sure I don’t go anywhere. I rise slowly, the light blinding me. I want to cover my eyes but I know that within a matter of seconds I’ll be in an arena where anything could happen to me. I have to be alert, ready for anything they might throw at me.

A voice booms over the loudspeakers as I rise.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for Brooke Moore!”

The crowd roars, the noise so loud it is deafening.

My head tips through the hole, just enough for me to be able to see the arena before me. It’s circular, built in an old sports stadium. The arena is like a desert, with dusty yellow sand covering every inch of the ground. It is completely open to the elements and the blue sky up above me.

The crowds stretch up in the bleachers as far as my eyes can see. I’m shocked to discover that none of them are biovictims. Whereas the spectators in the other cities had been deformed and mutated by radiation, their nuclear fried brains turning them into savage beasts, the people here have no such excuse. They’re humans, just like me, ordinary people who survived the war. But every single citizen of the city must be here—the elderly, the young, everyone’s turned out to watch my death. I wish I could find a way to empathize with them, to remind myself that they’re victims of a brutal society as well. But I just can’t do it. They had the same choice I was confronted with back in Arena 1: join them or fight them. They’ve chosen the path of least resistance and for that, I can never forgive them.