Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

I was asked how many of these I was/am going to do. The answer is: as many as I can until I run out of ideas!


Katalia Zale (Age 16) female – District 7

Alright, I admit it. It was a stupid idea to move that fast and not pay attention. It was a stupid idea to not go back for my pack. It was a stupid idea to run from a noise that was too soft to be human. Hell, it was a stupid idea to leave my cave in the first place. And maybe, if I weren't so stupid, and I stopped thinking up such stupid ideas, I wouldn't be suspended in this net forty feet off the ground. I wouldn't be panicking that every noise is a tribute coming to finish me off. I wouldn't be so hungry. Guess that's why they call it the Hunger Games, huh?

I only have my knife; my pack being dropped some hundred odd meters away. Stupid rabbit scarring me like that. I heard the light rustle in the bushes, and BAM! I took off like I was a scared rabbit. Along the way I ran into this inconvenient trap. I've been in this net for three days, and not only do I have rope burn, but I'm also not going to last much longer without food. I know it's the Gamemakers that set this trap. No tribute would be able to. And if a tribute did, they would have been back to finish me off by now.

I look at the hard, leaf-covered ground below me. If only I had paid attention! Then I could have avoided this! I could be the Victor of the seventh Hunger Games! But no, I just had to not pay attention. I hear a rustle below me and stop moving altogether. I even stop breathing. I watch as another one of those stupid brown rabbits hop out of the brush. Okay, I have to get out of here.

Analyzing my situation, the best way down would be to swing to the trunk of the tree and slid down. One problem: I don't have the strength to do that anymore. My only option then would be to cut the rope and hope that I survive the fall. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. Come on Kitty, you can do this, I tell myself.

I lift my knife to the one-inch thick rope, and let out my breath as I drag my knife across the crosses in the netting. I feel the bottom let go and I grab to the sides. My plan is to lower myself as low as possible and to get into a position that I can survive. I grab the rope, but the second that I have it in my hand I know that something is wrong. I keep falling, turning in an uncontrollable plummet.

I feel the pressure on my neck before I feel it give way. Snap! I know that I'm dead even before I hear the deafening sound. It is rocks that the leaves layer. Stupid rabbits, this is your entire fault.


Stupid rabbits. Just kidding, I love bunnies. :D Thanks to factorial. who reviewed! Hope you all enjoyed reading! Review!