Survival
A tribute who seems to have fallen on the staircase lies helpless. Knees and elbows bleeding, he seems to be in serious pain. I don't even feel guilty as my newly aqquired weapon meets his chest. A well-forged Iron Leggings seemingly falls out of thin air. Yes! I actually have a shot at this! Many of the tributes have seemed to dissapear into the forest. I do the same.
I seem to have plenty of food, water isn't a problem.. I'm set, I just have to avoid the tributes. While walking, finding a good place to camp, I daydream about how I'm going to win the games. My thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of what appears to be the cannons. I count on my fingers, 1... 2... 6... 12... 15... 19... 23... 27...
A whopping 27 done on the first day. Night is coming, I could see the sky turning wonderful shades of orange and purple. I see a small hill which I decide to camp at its peak. Using the flint and steel I got from the container, I decide to start a fire, and the warmth seems to slowly put me into a quiet, peaceful sleep. The sound of footsteps makes me snap awake, and it doesn't take long for the arrow to hit my arm, I'm about to scream in pain but then I realise what attention it could bring to me. The wound isn't as bad as it could've been, the arrow quickly falls off on its own. My attacker is revealed by the glow of the fire and instantly I feel confused, and judging by my attackers expression so is he.
It's my district partner, I could see him put the bow at his sides. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you! Honest!" he says, in almost a puppy-tone voice. I didn't care, the wound wasn't bad anyways. I was just glad to have an ally. An ally right? "It's fine, I'm just glad to see someone I can trust." I reply, I seen his interviews. He's good. We sit by my fire and chat for a while, keeping our voices low though. The moon is now at the top of the sky and we know what comes next.
The seal of Panem rises into the sky and the anthem booms into the arena. The deaths of the day are revealed. My 2 other district partners are gone, most are names I don't even recognize. The anthem, much longer then usual, finishes up with the seal again in the sky and then all is silent. We gobble some food, extinguish the fire, and take a nap for the night. Dawn of the second day. We seem to be doing alright so far, I think. I suggest to my new friend that we head to the corn and pick off some of the leftovers, as long as no one has made it their home yet of course. We grew really close that night, we seemed to have alot in common and he would be a sucker to lose, I somehow hope I'm not alive to see him die. Then something. just something urges me not to goto the corn. But why?