As soon as one is born, one starts dying
That's practically the way of life that everyone seems to condone here.
I am one of twenty four young boys and girls who have been chosen, despite any odds against us, to drown together in a tidal wave of civil blood.
My name? Not important. It's not like I am from one of those fancy, capitol favoured districts anyway. For that same reason I'm alone in the corner of this cave, huddled in darkness. I'm too afraid that even the smallest flame could attract a nearby career. It's scary; their senses seem so animalistic and unreal. Like that vicious mutant thing that nearly took my arm earlier.
Thank goodness it got that other guy….
I groan. The thought of that boy being torn to pieces pulls at my sharply. I have no idea how those brutes enjoy it.
SNAP
There's movement outside. I freeze instantly and remain quiet.
CRUNCH
Another sound. Muscles tense. Breathing gets shorter. I clutch harder to the simple blood stained in my bruised palm. Weakly, I chuckle. That's right, they just want one life for another…
There's more crunching of gravel. They're getting closer. Before I know it, they'll be on me.
It doesn't matter anyway. If this is what they call good entertainment, then I must be the star attraction right now. Or not, I was dubbed 'uninteresting ages ago'. And someone will just replace me next year anyway.
Someone always does. It's our law.
Something glints.
I see red.
'Oh god, it hurts!'
Then black.
'It's not fair, now they'll never remember me…'
Then…nothing.
"To recap recent events in the games, the district 8 female was killed of by the career pack, placing her 14th in this year's games, but in a more interesting story…"