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ABC News Live "Good evening, everyone. I'm Geena Davis. Thank you for streaming with us." Geena greeted the audience with a radiant smile, her captivating presence filling the screen.
The female announcer continued, her voice filled with enthusiasm, "We are now just one week away from the highly anticipated Apocalypse Game, Year 4. Today, we have a special guest joining us, Lieutenant Ethan Sinclair, who is currently stationed at the East Coast Training Center. Good morning, Lieutenant Sinclair. It's a pleasure to have you here on this beautiful day."
As Geena spoke, the screen split in two, and Lieutenant Sinclair's face appeared next to hers. He was a middle-aged man, distinguished in his military uniform, with neatly styled hair. Offering a polite smile, he greeted Geena and the viewers, "Good evening, Geena, and good evening to all of America."
Eager to delve into the main topic, Geena turned her attention to Lieutenant Sinclair. "Lieutenant Sinclair, could you please share with us the current situation at the East Coast Training Center? I'm sure our viewers are eager to know."
"Certainly, Geena. As you can see," the screen transitioned to a live feed of the training center, revealing a sprawling field filled with thousands of people. "Many Americans have come to join us on the first day of the training regime we have set up. We are still awaiting the arrival of many more, and we will be here until the day of the game."Geena nodded, her interest evident. "That's great to hear, Lieutenant Sinclair. At this point, our viewers are particularly interested in the Lottery that has recently been delivered to their homes. Do you have any comments or messages for those who have been selected?
Lieutenant Sinclair's gaze turned earnest as he addressed the camera, speaking directly to the viewer "To all those who have been selected, I understand that you may be feeling anxious, but I want to assure you that our survival rates have significantly increased over the years, while the death rate continues to decline. It is crucial that you come to your respective training centers as soon as possible. We have meticulously prepared everything to support and guide you through this journey."
Geena beamed at Lieutenant Sinclair's words. "Those are truly reassuring words, Lieutenant. Thank you for joining us today and providing valuable insight to our viewers. Perhaps, this could be the year we emerge victorious."
With a final wave to the camera, Geena concluded, "That wraps it up for me, Geena Davis. You heard it here first on ABC News."
The son had prepared a sumptuous feast, a sight the small family hadn't experienced in quite some time. The aroma of the freshly cooked meal filled the air, momentarily lifting the weight of their daily struggles.
As they sat down at the dinner table, the elderly woman couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. She turned her gaze towards her son and asked, her voice filled with worry, "Daniel, where did you get the money for all of this?"
The young man smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and hope. He began carving a piece of succulent roasted meat for his mother and reassured her, "Don't worry, Mother. From now on, we won't have to worry about food anymore."
The past three years had been incredibly challenging for the family since the arrival of the aliens and the subsequent loss of the father, who had been their pillar of support.
Unemployment and hardships had become their daily companions. Thus, the sudden feast was meant to bring them joy and relief. However, the elderly woman couldn't shake off her apprehension, and it weighed heavily on her heart.
"Daniels... how... did you manage all of this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Setting down his cutlery, the young man reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope filled with money, a total of $10,000. He handed it to his mother, his expression filled with both determination and a touch of sadness.
"Mother, I've been selected. I will be leaving for the camp tomorrow."
Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, tears welling up as she pleaded, "No... no, Daniel. You have a bright future ahead of you. Please don't go."
Standing up, the young man walked over to a nearby display case holding several football trophies, each inscribed with the words "Quarterback of the Year." He turned back to his mother, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and determination.
"I'm sorry, Mother, but there's no future left in this game. It's all in the past now."
Trembling, the elderly woman looked up at her son, her voice filled with a mix of fear and love. "Daniel... promise me that you'll survive. Promise me that you'll come back to me."
With a solemn nod, the young man embraced his mother tightly, whispering words of reassurance. "Don't worry, Mother. I will survive this. I promise."
As the morning sun rose, Daniel picked up his bag, filled with a mix of trepidation and determination, and gave his mother a tender kiss goodbye.
To his surprise, a familiar figure awaited him outside.
"Mr. D... why... why are you here?"
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