The Long Walk

by Richard Bachman

Hank Olson’s the name. Walking is my game.”

It’s not survival of the physically fittest, that’s where I went wrong when I let myself get into this. If it was, I’d have a fair chance. But there are weak men who can lift cars if their wives are pinned underneath.

“Everyone loses,” McVries repeated. “You better believe it.”

You’re going now because you’re afraid, but… that’s not enough. That wears out.”

“Another time, another place,” Baker said.

“No, Ray. It’s time to sit down.”