Chapter 9: Compasses and Sundials

I woke up at dawn the next morning, thinking that I was home but woke up to limestone and clay. I sighed and put on my glasses. I got up so I could go even

further from my cave. I looked beside me and there was a silver parachute. It must have fallen last night when I was asleep. Only, attached from the parachute

was a tan backpack. I looked inside; there was a small knife some oranges, a bottle of water, and a note. I picked the note up and it was from Siria, it said

"This should get you started off ". I put the back pack on my back, and then walked out of the cave to start my journey. But before I got up I felt ached and

bruised all over, remembering I had fell about 20 feet. I shook it off and "hobbled" out of the cave. I made a risky move by going back to the cornucopia to look

for left behind supplies.

By the time I arrived it looked like a ghost town. I walked up the stairs and entered the cornucopia. I looked around to find completely nothing. I turned to walk

away, but turned around to make one fore look. In the corner of my eye, I spotted a little piece of rubber. I ran over to see what it was, and to my luck, it was a

rubber spool of translucent twine, perfect for conducting electricity. I put it in my book bag and walked out of the cornucopia, welcomed by another tribute, with

a sword. I started to back up as he started to close into me. My only choice, if I wanted to live, was to run. I looked for an empty gap, to find one on his left. I

made a run for it as he easily tripped me. I crawled away then got up, to find me being pinned on the cornucopia. I was struggling but he raised the sword to

my neck. When suddenly, (you know how you get that burst of energy when something is on top of you?), I pushed the sword down as it plunged through his

stomach. My eyes widened and I ran. The cannon went off by the time I was at the bottom of the stairs.

I ran the opposite direction of where my cave was. I heard approaching footsteps and I ran straight forward into a very narrow path. "What is driving all these

people here?" I asked myself. I shimmied through felling the sharp edges of rock going into my back. When the valley was big enough to just walk, I dusted the

dirt off of me then saw the weirdest thing, snow. It's not that I've never seen snow before; it's just that a couple seconds ago it was at most 80 degrees. I put

on my coat hood thinking that the gamemakers were probably drunk or something. I continued to trek through the foot of snow trying to focus on what can

cause the tributes to run away. Maybe, the gamemakers came up with some type of abominable snowman, hybrid sort of thing, I shrugged and just walked.

This is weird, just a couple of seconds ago it was snowing; now it's raining. The gamemakers are probably not drunk, just creating some type of weather

changing canyon, that's when a wave, about twice the size of me swept through the valley.

I turn and ran but the wave caught up with me, sweeping me off my feet. I was trying to stay on top of the water, but it wasn't easy. I caught my breath and

held it just in case I went back under water. Maybe this is what the tributes were running away from. The next time I went under water. I caught the eye of an

18 year old tribute. I swam away, but my swimming skills are terrible since District 3 doesn't have pools or rivers since we live in southern Panem. Wait a

second….If a tribute…that is eighteen….and can't run away from a little wave is here than the thing everyone is running from must be worse than just this.

When the wave died down and just became a river I swam as far away from the female tribute. I shimmied back through the narrow path, not bothering to

dust myself off, and ran to the path that is on the opposite side of the cornucopia.

I heard a slight rumble and a faint scream, but no cannons, so the tributes who were in that mess must have found a way out of it. I quickened my pace a little

just in case another tribute was going in this direction too. I sat down for a little and picked up a triangular shaped rock, and some clay. I stuck the rock in to

the ground, when a parachute landed on my 'perfectly' good sundial. I opened of the little case that contained a better, golden sundial and a compass. Again it

was from Siria and it read, 'I seem to be the only one to be giving you stuff since all the sponsors are very resistant to giving you anything. Good Luck! ~Siria Futura '

I held up the sundial and it was around 5:30; am hour and a half until the death portraits. I then took out my compass to see what direction I was going in,

obviously. I was heading toward southwest which I had no preference toward and continued my walk.