Disclaimer: Still don't own the hunger games...
"We've been walking for seven hours straight! Can't we rest a little?" moans Colbee. It's been three days since we became allies, and part of me is starting to regret not killing him then and there. But he has been a big help. We were attacked by the girl from District 2, whose name I can't for the life of me remember, and Colbee seemed more than happy to kill her when she came at me. Which, a part of me is happy about but the other part of me is worried about. That girl was from his own District and he stabbed her to death. So I know, even though we're allies, I need to watch my back.
I take a deep breath and sigh. "Fine, but only for an hour, then we have to keep moving and get out of this fog." I say to him. For some reason, I feel like I'm in control of the two of us, even though he's obviously the more superior tribute. We take shelter under a large group of trees as it has started to drizzle with rain and we open up a a bag of bread that was in the rucksack I stole from the girl from District 11. It's slightly stale, but it will keep us going for the next few hours.
After 10 minutes of complete silence, other than listening to Colbee chewing, a silver parachute floated down in front of us. I leant forward and picked it up. This is the first sponsor gift I had received since we'd arrived here, I have no idea how many Colbee could have got, and for all I know, this could be for him. "Open it up then." He said to me and I did. It was a box of bandages, and not that many of them. I wonder why they'd sent us bandages, just in case?
I look up to the sky and Colbee does the same and we both thank the audience. It's a weird feeling, actually having someone here that I can share things with and that I don't have to be scared of. I was actually beginning to trust him more and more.
Out of no where, an arrow came shooting at us and hit the tree we were leaning against, just above out heads. We quickly got up and made a run for it. I pulled my knife out of my pocket at the same time as running but it was still foggy and I didn't really know where I was going. Suddenly, I tripped over what must have been a root of a tree and I heard a loud crack as I landed on my bad knee. I tried standing but it was too painful and I fell straight back down to the ground. "Colbee!" I yelled when I looked up and couldn't see him any more. That was the only time I called for him though, as I knew someone was following us and I couldn't risk being seen.
Then suddenly the canon fired.