100 words.
I look around me. Pine trees. Dirt. Cornucopia.
Sixty
Five tributes down away from me there is Peeta. He's staring at me, his face worried.
Fifty
I survey the supplies that I have to choose from.
Forty
My seconds are ticking down. My body is tense and sweat is starting to bead on my forehead.
Thirty
I spot a bow and arrows, knowing they were put there for my use.
Twenty
I recall my promise to Prim.
Ten
Ten seconds left, ten more significant seconds until the Games begin.
Five
Four
Three
Two
One…
"Let the 74th Hunger Games begin!"