I do not own The Hunger Games.

Nightlock


My will to live is strong. I have no one to go back to. No one is awaiting my return. I live with the other orphaned children in the district home they stuff us in. So my will to live must be stronger than everyone else's. They all have their loved ones; friends and family, maybe a pet or two, but I have nothing. Absolutely nothing. From the very beginning, I know I must be cunning. The second the gong sounds, I grab a purple backpack laying front of me and make a mad dash for the forest. I know I am the first one to enter the woods, most of the others are either still standing around like morons or partaking in the bloodbath. I run.


The berries are just laying there. Someone must have eaten some in the last few hours and there has been no canon... And my food supply is out. I've been out of food for a while now. So I reach down and grab a handful. I pop one in my mouth and hurry away, back into the shadowy forest.

Suddenly, the ground is beneath my back and my eyes are closing and a calm, drowsy feeling rushes over me. It feels like I'm about to fall asleep. But I know that when I fall asleep right now, I will never wake up again.