I ran, I ran, and I ran. As quiet and fast as I could, trying to escape the pack of people coming my way.

That's when my suspicions were confirmed. Two cannons went off. This just made me run a bit faster.

Then, I climbed a tree. I was as quiet as possible, hiding my things in leaves and branches. I peaked my eyes out just a bit to watch the pack come into a clearing. Sure enough, the career pack. There was the boy from 1, both tributes from 2, surprisingly the girl from 3, and both tributes from 4. 6 people in the career pack. Dang. I picked up a bit of their conversation.

"I'm telling you, someone was there! They were raided!"

"Dude, Ato. Calm down. They have got to be around here somewhere." A girl's voice said, obvious annoyance in her tone.

"Shh…. Do you hear that?" A different voice echoed. My hand accidentally slipped and made a noise, which they heard.

"Yeah, it's coming from…" I grabbed my stuff, and fled. I slipped down the tree and ran in the opposite direction of the Careers. It was a risky move, but they did not follow me. Was I really that quiet?

I climbed up another tree for the night, just as the anthem was starting. Sure enough, the two tributes from 12 were in the sky. I had barely escaped the Career tributes. I could have died. I could NOT let that happen again.

I ripped open one of the backpacks and took out a sleeping bag. Going through the supplies would have to wait until tomorrow. I fell asleep almost instantly; Weariness had overcome me. Tomorrow was going to be long and hard.

…

As soon as I woke up I climbed down the tree and went through the supplies. In one of the backpacks there was a package of crackers, a couple knives, some iodine, and a small water bottle full of water. They had water! They probably got it at the cornucopia, I quickly told myself.

In the second backpack there was the exact same, except the water bottle was only half full. The District 12 tributes were obviously not that smart, to break into their water supply. Unless, they knew where water was…

I quickly dismissed the idea, but decided to go and look in the area where they were last night. The water from both water bottles were poured into my larger one, and set into my backpack. I wrapped up one of the sleeping bags and placed it into my backpack. The other one I could do something with.

I had needle and thread. Maybe I would sew if I was bored, which in the arena you often are. Maybe make some gloves, or something. The sleeping bag went into the backpack as well. I placed the rest of the items into my larger backpack, abandoning the two smaller ones and the water bottles. Then, I put my sheath and bow over my shoulder and climbed down the tree.

I carefully walked back to the scene where the tributes slept (sort of) last night. Ugh, there was still dried blood on the ground. I gagged, blood wasn't my favorite. That's why I liked punching people, no blood involved.

I followed footsteps, something I had learned to do hunting, for a long time. Just when I thought they were just the footsteps of the Careers, something squishy splashed beneath my feet.

Mud.

I was so close. To make mud, you need water. I continued a little more up, and sure enough, there was a stream.

Crap! I abandoned the water bottles, and now I had nothing to purify water into. I simply drank all of the water in my other bottle, added stream water, added iodine, and waited.

I was now, hopefully, quenched. A gnawing sound erupted from my stomach. I hadn't eaten in a day or two. I ate a couple pieces of jerky, then told myself to go hunting tomorrow.

I climbed up a tree with branches spread out like a bed. I snuggled into my sleeping bad and sighed, The Hunger Games weren't so bad. Up until you died. I silently prayed tonight. To the three people who's lives were lost because of me. The boy from 3, who I had punched. The two tributes that I had condemned to death with a whack of my shoes.

How could I have done such awful things? I could have spared the lives of those two tributes. How did I become such an awful person?

I utter mostly hate The Hunger Games.

…

The next couple days I spent lodged in my tree beside the creek. I sewed little fingerless gloves out of the sleeping bag, and then discarded the excess.

The funny part was no one came by my stream at all in those two long days. That either meant the stream was very long, or there were other water sources. I had not seen any tributes in these days, not even in the sky at night. I bet the audience was getting bored, so something bad was going to happen soon.

On the third morning I packed up my backpack with everything. I was moving on; I couldn't stay at one place for long. While I packed up my sleeping bag I thought. How many of us were left? There were the six careers, Maria from 6, Nat, me, uhh… I could not remember. It wasn't a big deal, I guess.

I threw my sheath over my shoulder and held my bow in my now gloved hands. I walked into the forest quietly, making sure not to make a sound. The forest did not seem disturbed at all. There was still gleaming light coming in from patches where trees did not cover the entire sky. There was still beauty.

That's when I heard a snap. Before I could stop myself my arrow was in the chest of a boy with two bright blue eyes.