Chapter 2 A
She dropped her spear and clutched the knif3ee embedded in her chest. Dimonda dropped to her knees and then slowly fell backward. I ran up to her, yanked the knife from her chest and grabbed another from Cornucopia before running off down the opposite side of the mountain that I had not come from.
I just killed her. She's dead…gone. I had made the first kill of the games. I, the boy from District 11, the boy who had only scored a five in training, had just killed the girl from District 2, a career. I felt the guilt rise from my stomach to my chest then explode in my brain, but then all of a sudden it was gone, taken over by a sick feeling of pride over the fact that I had just murdered a career.
I trudged through the snow sending a cautious look over my shoulder every couple of minutes, but I had no reason to do so. No one was around.
I continued like this for a few hours but still there was no one to keep an eye out for. It was nearly dark before I finally decided to stop and make camp. I found a cave that would be good to sleep in and walked inside.
I took my backpack and sat down against the back wall of the cave. I pulled the pack toward me and opened it. Inside was a pack of dried fruit, a little box of crackers, matches, a pair of strange glasses I vaguely recognized, two knives: the bloody one and the clean one, and a long, furry coat. I put the clean knife in my belt loop and pulled on the coat. It was warm and reminded me of home. Home, the place I'll probably go back to. Why did I take his place? I hit myself on the forehead and mentally cursed myself. Mabe it was the fact that he was only 12 or the fact that he was half the size of every other twelve year old. Or maybe it was because he reminded me of my little brother. Maybe I wanted to save the boy like I should have saved my brother. I pushed these thoughts from my head and snuggled into my coat, waiting for sleep to come.
I heard a scream that made my eyes fly open. I stood up quickly and threw my backpack over my shoulders. There was another scream. I pulled out my knife. I had only been asleep for a few hours. The sky was still dark. I crept toward the entrance of the cave and peeked around the edge of the opening. I couldn't see anything. I remembered the glasses I had in my backpack and pulled them out. I pushed them onto my face and could see as clear as day. I looked out of the entrance again and saw a girl backed up against a tree. The look on her face was that of pure terror. I looked up and standing above her, growling, was some sort of mutated monster. A mutt.