Miranda Frostbite's P.O.V
There are 9 of us left. I'm running through the ruined city alone and night's falling fast. I'm surprised I've made it this far, but then again it's only the second day of the games. The bloodbath killed 13 people and 2 were killed today.
I am in the 100th annual Hunger Games; a Quarter Quell.
"As a reminder to the districts of all the children that were killed due to the uprising, this year parents will be reaped to compete in the Hunger Games," President Snow had said.
When my name, "Miranda Frostbite!" had been called out, the sound echoing eerily across the district, I'd only thought of how I would die.
My daughter, Jodie Ann, should be watching right now, back home in District 12. She's turning 13 years old soon and there's virtually no chance I'll be there for her on her birthday. She'll be an orphan by then, without me or her father, and with no siblings she will be very alone.
Thinking about Jodie has made me lose focus on my surroundings, so I was unaware, until now, that I'm being followed.
I try to dodge it but I'm too late and a few seconds later I feel a sharp pain in my back. I stumble and fall onto the hard, concrete ground. I pull out the knife and cough. Blood splatters everywhere and the man who threw the original weapon looms over me with 3 more knives, each more deadly than the last, ready to strike.
"Take care of yourself Jodie," I whisper out loud. I hope she hears me.
I close my eyes and wait for the end.