This may be the last time I see my mentor. The floor jolts underneath my feet and I take a glimpse at my mentor and remember the words she said "don't go to the cornucopia run-away". As I start to see the terrain I start freaking out; If I don't go to the cornucopia I will die of thirst then I taste the scorching dusty air as I see the rubble. I see people run off there pedestal and I realise the dong has gone off; I start hyperventilating and I disobey my mentors words. The careers are already at the cornucopia, I knew it was a bad idea. Someone throws a knife at me, I turn and it hits my shoulder. I put it out as I grip the knife in pain.