It is dead silent when I wake up the next day. There was not a trail of whatever walked past me last night. No scratches on the fridge. No slime dripping from the walls. The smell was gone as well, luckily. I felt pressure on my stomach - shoot. Maybe I should have gone to the bathrooms. My cheeks turn red while I empty my bladder anyway. I take two cookies for breakfast. I decide to look if there is water in the nearest tub. It fills the rest of my bottle before it stops. The creaking of the water pipes tell me that the water migrates further to the left, so that is the way I decide to go.
After about half an hour, I suddenly see a bed standing in between the kitchens. Oh. Apparently, you can get to the other regions. I would rather not walk into the bedroom-section. It seems like there is even less stuff over there. Yet, I am curious, so I decide to walk a little further. There are less and less kitchens the further I go. More and More beds appear in the landscape, in every style you can imagine. They feel very attractive, for some reason. In trance, I walk over to a large, pink, bed. It looks like a marriage bed. It even smells like roses, which is very nice. The scent of the rest of the arena is stale. Carefully, I stroke the bedsheets. The bed seems to tell me: Come, take some rest, you deserve it. A voice in the back of my head tells me I need to run away, but I do not listen. I carefully push the blankets away. I put my left leg on the bed. My feet hits something. I push the blanket further away - and scream at the top of my lungs.
There lies a body. Inside the bed. Not just a body, but a dead body. The enchantment is immediately broken. I immediately turn around, and sprint back to the kitchen-region. Murdering beds. I wonder if it can get crazier (it probably will). I start to walk slower when I see more kitchens appearing. I feel dizzy and nauseous. I falter to the nearest sink, and throw up all of the water and cookies I ate this morning. I open the tub. There is a little water, with which I clean my face and drink a few sips. I slowly walk away from the sink, to a kitchen that looks like it would be expensive. I sink down on my knees and start crying. It feels so real now. I am really in the Hunger Games, were children get murdered for the amusement of the capitol. I stop crying when the lamps flicker again. They flicker once, but I am not going to stay behind while that thing could be anywhere. I am not in my own region yet. While I get up and ready my knife, just in case, in see something hanging on the wall.
It is a small, plastic container hanging from the wall, with paper and pencils. Ooh. Handy. I grab a handful of paper. I grab a small pencil, when I notice that they look familiar. I have seen a pencil like this before. One of the richer kids at my school, Leia, once showed me a few. They came from a furniture store. IKEA, is written on the side.
I chuckle, which feels weird considering how horrible everything is. A Hunger Games arena in a furniture shop. Who thinks of these things? (Honestly, I do not know. I have not paid attention to who the game maker is this year. I spend more time trying to get our mentor to like me). I grab three more pencils. There are also a few folded papers. I want to look at it. There is a monster trying to get you, the voice in the back of my head whispers. Yeah, but I want to know what this is, I answer.
Gold mine. It is a map of the whole arena, with the names of every single bed, kitchen and bathroom. The copernica is by the restaurant, and not in the middle, like it usually is. Most of the food will be there as well. There is also a stockroom, which looks like it is an even bigger mess than the kitchens. I put everything in my backpack. I get a few maps - you never know. I take another cookies, before I run.
I run until the lights flicker again, which I take to be the sign that the monster is gone. I take the map out of my backpack. I believe I am currently standing by a… however you say that. IKEA words have always amazed me. If I really am standing there, I should go to the right, than forwards, that should lead me to the copernica. I could see if there was something more filling than cookies and water over there.
I take a step to the right. I immediately jump back - there is someone there. I peak around the corner. It is a female tribute. She does not look like she is very prepared. I clench my fist around my knife. I could get her. Right now. Yet, my hands start trembling when I think about it. I wonder if I would be able to murder someone. Falancia probably does not like that.
The girl turns around - it is Tsara. District eleven. I can see her ribs through her white t-shirt. I lift my knife. I could do it. I could totally do it right now. I jump from behind the fridge. I sprint over to her. I grab her arm, and lift my knife high above my head.
Heya! This chapter is a little short. I'll write more the next time.