I pack up my stuff into the blanket, except the axe. That I carry in one hand with the blanket full of my stuff in the other. Now I really feel like the pigs from that really old story. I walk for a while, preparing myself for the moment that I would need to run.
I explore my surroundings for an hour or two; it's hard to tell with no sun to keep an eye on time. I try to find steps to get up or down, but so far, nothing. My head aches, my shorts rub and my vest top is drenched in sweat. I stop and create the smallest of fires and savour a few drops of water to try and regain some fitness.
Then I hear a noise, like a shoe knocking against a pebble. I'm scare to move, unsure if the person is aware of my presence or not. The answer; yes.
The Girl from 4 steps out; her ponytail swinging. She looks posed and coy; not at all scared like I was at my interview. She knows exactly what she wants, and she knows that she's going to get just that.
She swings she spear round menially, the sharp point swooping through the air loudly. There's an evil sort of glint in her eye and I feel trapped. I can easily predict her next move after studying all the Careers carefully during Training. She throws and I dodge accordingly, rolling straight into a wall.
"Come out little cowgirl," She calls. The tone in her voice is so innocent like she thinks I'm dumb enough to fall for it. "The more you hide, the more pain you will feel." Liar, I think in my mind. She'll hurt me as much as she can, no matter when I submerge.
I can just about see her from where I am, in her blue clothing. The Tributes from 4 have an excellent eye for targets, so I just won't give her one.
"I swear to you in my own promise that I will hunt you down and pluck you just like the cowardly chickens you rear and are." She spits on the ground, getting impatient now. She's still staring at the wall in front of her, convinced that I'm sitting there.
"HURRY UP! I'm tired of playing games. Can we cut to the end yet where the winner is announced?" She stamps her foot, waiting in fury. Little does she know that I've already moved from the safety of my hiding spot.
"BOO!" I shout from behind her. She jumps and rams herself forward into brick. The force knocks a small heap of rubble, which shift and land on her unconscious head. "Winner" I mutter.
I walk toward her cautiously until I realise she's not just unconscious. Cannon confirms what I know in my heart to be true. She's dead. I've murdered again. Cannon. And I'm not the only one.