Part 1I waxay galeen tartan orad ah qofkii istaagana uu dhimanyo

This young man flipped off a police officer And even spat in his direction to provoke him But the officer did not get angry Instead he politely saluted them Because these young people Were taking part in a race with no finish line The Death Walk Only one person could win this race Once the race began Even if their ankles broke They could never stop Eating drinking and even using the bathroom All had to be done on the road And if a contestant received three warnings No matter what they were doing at the time They would be executed on the spot In 2027 America Years of economic stagnation had left society dead The lower class saw no hope in poverty To divert social conflict And numb the emotions of ordinary people The government held this annual race every year Claiming it could change their fate They selected one young person from each of the fifty states The one who survived in the end Would not only receive endless wealth But could also ask the government for one wish Frank came from a fairly well off family But for some reason He went against his mother's strong objections And insisted on signing up for the race On the day of the race His mother came to see him off She held back her tears But could not hide the sadness in her eyes Because she knew very well This goodbye Might be their last After saying goodbye to his mother Frank went to the check in point Where he met a muscular young black man named Peter They exchanged names And with a light touch of their palms Two lives that had never crossed paths Were now bound together When they entered the race venue The other contestants had already arrived They gathered in small groups chatting Some even looked relaxed Clearly They had not yet realized How brutal this race truly was Soon a military jeep slowly drove into the venue The man in charge was the commander of the Death Walk He scanned the crowd from above Confirmed all fifty contestants were present Then began calling out names and handing out numbers Even offering some empty words of encouragement Because Contestants had to maintain a minimum speed of three miles per hour If they fell below that They would receive an immediate warning Three warnings meant instant elimination If anyone stepped off the road boundary They would be eliminated without warning And there was no real finish line on the entire track Only when everyone else had fallen Would the last remaining person become the winner The vehicles following along both sides of the road Were the cold judges of this deadly game At the start Everyone was at their physical peak They walked and chatted with smiles The man in the cap Received his first warning early on But he was not worried at all Because according to the rules As long as he stayed compliant for the next hour The warning would be cleared automatically Frank and Peter walked side by side at the front of the pack And began talking about why they had joined the race Most contestants were young people from poor families They took the risk for the huge prize money Gambling for a chance to turn their lives around But Frank felt that some things were far more important than money In his view The race itself was meaningless No one forced them to participate Yet nearly all the young people in the country rushed to sign up In the end only the fifty of them Became the so called lucky ones It sounded like a chance to change their fate But in reality it was a carefully packaged death game Just as everyone was chatting lively Another man caught up from behind His dream was even more unusual He wanted to walk the entire track himself And write a book about the Death Walk from his own experience But this romantic dream Soon crumbled under the cruel reality of physical limits Only a few miles into the race Contestant number seven suddenly groaned in pain His calf began to cramp violently Every step felt like walking on knives His speed dropped rapidly And two warnings came one after another Frank quickly went over to encourage him to hold on Number seven gritted his teeth And forced himself to keep going for a few more minutes But in this cold death game Kindness could not change the rules The intense pain finally broke him He collapsed on the scorching asphalt And the third warning arrived as expected A cold gunshot rang out The first contestant Was left behind on the track forever And for the remaining forty nine The real Death Walk had only just begun