It was so silent and eerie you could hear a pin drop. I could see the cornucopia huge and golden glinting in the sun, only a few metres away. This was where I was going. Then I heard the gong. I saw almost everyone –except for some that fled into the thick trees- start sprinting towards the giant horn and as soon as the first person got there hands on a weapon, the bloodbath started. When I saw a girl, probably only around 13, get a knife in the eye, I decided it was too much of a risk. I turned into the opposite direction and fled. About 15 metres away from the cornucopia was a boy lying dead on the ground with a fluorescent green backpack on his back. I sprinted towards him and yanked it of his body. Then I ran for real.