Leon and Ada run towards the town, narrowly avoiding the bloodbath which always occurs at the start of the games. From what Leon could see, the Career tributes have already killed the 19year-old from district 9, with ginger hair and an annoying voice, before he even left his platform.
Albert, from District 1, seems to be the one in charge. He could not stop arguing with Jill from District 4, but they seem to have teamed up now. God, people do change, Leon thinks, jumping over an 'overturned car'.
He never usually watches the Games, he just pretends to. Now that he has his own house in District 5, he can leave his television on without watching it, and without anyone suspecting anything. Nobody ever does. The peacekeepers, they don't seem to take any notice either. Which is especially good, not to say lucky.
'C'mon Ada! We have to move!' Leon says as he looks over his shoulder to see Ada falling behind slightly. This year there are a couple of twists to the games. The first unknown to Leon, and the second is there can be two victors, only if they're from the same district (this is due to the 74th Games). And Leon is determined to win. He is also determined that Ada will get out of the Arena alive, if he dies throughout. He will protect his wife, no matter what.
'Leon,' Ada says, catching up to him. 'You still sure about this zombie theory?'
'I have no idea, for sure. But, knowing the Capitol, and they're technology, they can produce such things. That's what we have gathered from information from a couple of Peacemakers I know.' He smiles deviously.
They run into the town, and run through alleyways and empty streets. It's a ghost town! There isn't a single soul in sight. No people, no noise, not even a breeze.
'You sure we shouldn't have gone to the forest?' Leon asks Ada.
'I'm sure. We can't risk being stuck there if our theory is correct. We'll run around a tree and straight into a cannibalistic, dead man. We'll be dead in a couple of days. We won't last.' They slow down to a walking pace. 'Here in the "town", we can make base in a building and stay in that one place without being seen. Meaning, we won't be targets.'
Leon agrees, and decides to pick a building in the centre of the town, making sure there's nothing there and that nobody will suspect they're there. By logical right, everyone will think of staying in at the edges of the town, making sure that if anything happens, they have a quick escape to the forest. But, there is still the meadow where the Cornucopia is which they will have to run through to get to 'safety'. Though, the other tributes may encounter what they least suspect.
'We'd better wait it out in here,' he tells Ada, climbing endless flights of stairs to get to the top floor.
'And then when the final cannons sounded, announcing the end of the bloodbath, we'll go find a water source, right?' Ada says, a cocky smile on her face. Leon can't help but smile back. To think they had both been working against each other only two years ago in South America. The hardest mission he was sent on, and now this. Stuck in a run-down, yet ordered, country that's going to civil war. If Leon gets out of this, he's definitely on the rebels' side. He's sick of working to generate the Capitols power whilst the Districts have to make-do with it coming and going.
'Those rebels are right, y'know,' Leon mutters, taking the water bottle and the iodine need to purify it. He looks up to Ada after not getting a reply for a while. But she just nods and gets back to the food they retrieved from the Cornucopia.
Another cannon fires, signalling yet another tributes death, and there's a long and painful silence as thy wait for the next – it never comes. The bloodbath is over as far as Leon can tell. He wasn't even counting to see how many tributes had fallen so far. He looks towards Ada. 'Nine, I think.' He nods, and gets to sorting through what they managed to gain at the Cornucopia.