Still Day 3 of the Games
It took only seconds for them to drag her off into the fog and out of sight. But we could still hear her, hear her scream and cry, hear as the creatures tore at her and slowly killed her. I am shaking. I reach up to my face and find I am crying. I realized I am squeezing the life out of her blue backpack. I can't stand this anymore. I don't want to think of the other tribute this thing has claimed, or the fact that my ally, who I barely knew, who barely lived her life, is dying a horrific death. But of course I do anyways.
It lasted maybe ten minutes before the cannon sounded. But it was long enough to scar someone for life, to carve a twisted memory into our minds. I sat in silence, my hands pressed over my ears, rocking back and forwards whispering words of comfort to myself. Bran sat by Sage, his hand gripping her shoulder tightly, whether for his or her comfort I knew not, but I could see she was grateful for his presence. Nina and Ryler just sat in silence still haunted by the screams they heard.
With Bran's quick thinking of climbing the vines, he had found us shelter for the night. I doubted that anyone wanted to leave especially after what just happened. As my hands slid off my ears, the anthem began to play Tera's face was shown along with her district partner, Cable and then the seal of Panem shown and the screen goes black.
I expected the two to last far longer in these games than they did. The two of them had gotten reasonably good scores coming from their districts. Not to mention they were pretty smart, I remember during our trainings they each set up a potentially deadly snare because they somehow were able to get electricity to run through it. But I suppose the least expected can happen in the Hunger Games. I should have realized that having watched it all my life.
It's hard to believe, having been taught about the Games in school and within it annually on our small TV screen at home, that I am now in the arena. I ran my fingers across the cold, hard cave floor none of it seemed real. It all just seemed like a terrible nightmare. One I never wanted to relive again, but one that I know if I do have the fortune to make it out of here alive, it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
After the anthem was over no one wasted time of eating what little food we had after evenly splitting between us. Soon everyone went to sleep, but Bran he was keeping watch. I laid in my sleeping bag waiting for sleep to overcome me, but it didn't which is not surprising. I shimmied out of my sleeping bag and got up to sit down next to Bran where he was keeping watch.
"What is District 8 like?" Bran asked randomly.
"Well, there are factories everywhere and pollution instead of air. It is not much of a happy place but it is my home," he smiled, and it makes me feel better.
"District 9 is slightly similar. We have factories, but we have vegetation if there is no factory. There are fields of grain farther than the eye can see. It is truly home,"
Now this time I am the one that it smiling, as I looked down still smiling I saw his weapon. Attached to his belt is his scythe made a stainless steal metal. Being from District 9 that is his advantage because you need a scythe to clear fields of grain. I let out a yawn my eyes ached with tiredness and was slowly forcing my body to shut down.
Bran looked at me, "Go get some some sleep, you need and deserve it," he ordered softly, moving a piece of my hair behind my ear.
I stood up and stretched a bit, "I do need sleep, but no promises that I will get any," I replied truthfully, giving his shoulder a squeeze before walking back to my sleeping bag.
Day 4 of the Games
It was midday and things have been too quiet today. No deaths, perhaps no fights at all. The audience in the Capitol will be getting bored, claiming that these Games are verging on dullness. This is the one thing the Games must not do.
"How many of us are left?" Nina asked, as all of sat around our campfire.
Although we have not officially announced it, Nina has become apart of our alliance. And we accepted her presence as if she was is our friend. We need another's company, especially since Tera's gruesome death just yesterday.
"Lets see you, me, Sage, Ryler, Bran, Merona, Zelda, Lucian, Kai, and Cavail. So eleven left in only four days," I answered. "By the way have any of you seen Merona I haven't seen her at all?" I asked, while I took sip of my water.
"Nope, she might be hiding," Bran asked.
"I'd hate to run into her she's insane," Ryler commented.
"I really felt bad for Wyatt, I wouldn't be surprised if the Careers weren't the ones to kill him, it was probably Merona," Sage added.
It was silent for a moment. Then, I heard the familiar ping of a parachute hitting the cave entrance. Without a second thought I stood up and walked to where the parachute landed.
I picked it up and walked back to the group and untied the strings, opening the basket slowly. Inside was some Capitol food and a note.
"Guess we don't have to hunt today," Sage said.
I nodded and handed her the basket after taking the note out.
"What does it say?" Ryler asked.
"Stay on your toes. Cecelia," I read.
"What does that mean?" Nina inquired.
"Well, there haven't been any deaths today. So, she's probably saying be prepared if the Gamemakers' decide to flush us out," Bran explained, laying down using his back pack as a pillow.
Inside the basket was a fresh green salad, with bacon dressing, goat cheese all warm and melty, and a fresh loaf of bread. We started devouring it, relishing in the amazing flavors, but stop, and realized that we have to save some for tomorrow. I ate one last bite, savoring the rich flavors.
I started to get sleepy even though it is not really dark, I climbed in my sleeping bag and took a nap. I don't know how long I was sleeping, but when I wake up the sun is lowering over the horizon. As the sun and the earth appear to be touching it makes the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen.
The anthem was already starting to play.
"No deaths today," I commented sleepily. "The Games are getting too boring for the Capitol's taste,"
"What do you think they're going to do?" Sage asked nervously.
"That's the thing," I sighed. "You never know. They could blow us all up if they wanted to. But they don't. The whole point of the Games is to show how they can easily force us to kill one another. It's designed to show how weak we are, and how little strength we posses,"