Mess Fawk
10 male
19th
16 years old
I was walking along when I felt the snap of a net. That was my only warning before I was hoisted into the air by something.
I felt a hint of shock that any tribute could come up with this after just a day in the arena.
When I realised that the mutts coming towards my face seemed way too stratically placed I realised.
I hadn't been hunted for food. My death was a sport.
