I ran through the forest, rifling through my backpack and looking up every few seconds. I had a hatchet, a little pack of matches, a sleeping bag…But that wasn't what I was looking for. I got to the bottom of the pack and saw…an empty water bottle. I cursed and put the bottle back in my backpack. That was at least a little helpful, but I would need to find water soon. I ran until I came upon a little pile of leaves. I moved the leaves around with my foot to see if there were any muttations, like those stupid caterpillar things that would suck your blood out. Those hurt. When I was satisfied with my findings, or not findings in this case, I successfully dug a little burro and made sure I was completely covered with leaves. I squirmed out without breaking it down and stood up. I wandered a away from my little "camp" for a while to see if I could find any water. I nervously twirled the hatchet around in my hands, thinking that I was hearing things, when that kid from District Eleven dropped down in front of me.

"Ah!" I screamed. I clumsily dropped the hatchet in mid-twirl. I stood there, frozen.

He smiled sadistically and circled me. "District Ten, District Ten. Amalie Benevelow. Nice to meet you."

I tried to gathered up some courage to say something. And failed.

"I believe you know me. District Eleven? Adamsie Jancavick?"

Of course I knew him. Everyone knew him, and mostly feared him. He might not be from the Capital, but he was the biggest, scariest, meanest, and most handsome tribute. He was one-hundred percent sure to win.

I was one hundred percent sure to lose. The best I could do was live as long as possible.

I could sense the cameras on me and Adamsie, and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. In one smooth, quick, motion, I picked up my hatchet and made a run for it. I heard Adamsie shout and then heard his noisy foot steps crunching the dead leaves loudly behind me. I ran and ran and ran and ran, not stopping even when I knew Adamsie was very far behind me.

When I finally did stop running, I felt like I was going to explode. I mean, seriously, why don't they give us asthma inhalers or something? And as soon as I thought that, a little parachute came floating down, holding an inhaler.

That must have cost a fortune.

I hastily took a puff, and felt the instant relief when I found I could breathe again.

I put the inhaler in my backpack, careful not to make much noise when I undid the Velcro. I looked up and saw it was nearing dark. I hurried towards what I recognized as the east, and found shelter under some rocks. I heard a canon. Then another one soon after. I looked up and saw the big screen float over. The guy from District Three, Aneri Componsi, and the girl from Four, Casi Gaverten. No one died at the Cornucopia. I breathed a small sigh of relief, but I wasn't sure why I was relieved.

I was going to die, no matter who died before me.