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I really hope I don't end up being the only one who's actually thought of this. I hope even more that I don't come off as the only despicable character.
Were I actually in the Long Walk, I wouldn't be ashamed to win by any means, possibly like Barkovitch in spite of the fact that I'm not a loudmouth. I'd be more likely to throw little things out instead of being blatent about it. If you get into the competition, you know the rules, that it's completely allowed to mess with somebody mentally until they lose it and/or get distracted enough to gain too many warnings. The thought of others dying around me doesn't seem as horrible as it might, and by entering your life almost assuredly becomes forfeit anyway.
As for my death, assuming that vague scenario doesn't work, I'd like to think I go out like Olsen (taking it stoically while realizing I did it wrong) or Parker (hoping to take out a few soldiers in spite).
It's been said that all's fair in love and war. There were both in that book, and near everything was fair. I still can't decide whether that's great or frightening.
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