I'm in some weird competition with really annoying people... like a Road Rules/Real World Challenge. But with, like, the most annoying members from every year ever. And the competition is to the death. And it's all post-apocalyptic. The last thing I remember is a race. We have to make it to the finish line on the other side of a mountain, but they don't say how. The winner gets released from the competition and set free. The last 4 (out of the 10 of us) to finish would be field-dressed and left for the scavengers.
So I make it to the top of the mountain, and I see a hiding in a bush an old shopping cart. I hop in and head over the hill at impressive speed. What I don't realize is that the front left wheel is damaged and about to come unhinged. I'm sailing past my horrible competitors, and the cart begins to wobble. I knock down whoever is in my path accidentally, but I don't care because they are all awful anyway.
I can see the finish line, but I can't tell if I'll be first or second. All I really want is to be first, and be released from this evil game.
I'm getting closer and closer... I'm almost there!
All of a sudden I feel the angry hands of those I've knocked down. They've somehow managed to catch up with me. I'm still in the cart, sailing down the mountain, with these hands grasping for me - they are out for my blood!
I just want to finish. I don't want to be gutted. And I don't know how I got thrown in with these detestable people to begin with!
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