Short but sweet, or maybe sour... your pick =)
I wake with the sun. My muscles protest as I squat in a crouched position. I should weave a mat or something to sleep on. Hmm, vines. A memory pushes at my mind barrier until I finally remember the snare. I kind of doubt anything will be in it, but I might as well check and gather some things on the way.
I string some of the berries around the thick string and tie that around my waist so it hangs with the knives. I remember my robin just as I'm about to climb down. It's lying on the stone where I slept. I snatch it up into my pocket before anything can take it away. I don't want to lose it.
I climb past a few small boulders to get to the slope down.
That's when I see the mist.
It carpets the forest in such thick layers that when I drop down I can't see my own feet. It's a bit thinner at eye level, but seeing farther than a few meters ahead is blurry and weird. I note the direction I'll have to go to get back as I stalk through the jungle.
It's not long before I feel I'm getting close.
It's funny how the mist muffles everything; I'm less than ten meters away when I hear the first sounds of struggle. I approach cautiously until I can see the shape in the snare. It's big, and I can't tell what it is, so I let the knife fly before approaching it. I don't want to see it die.
My breath catches in my throat when I hear the yelp. Quiet, muffled, but clearly human.
I remember hoping I'd catch a career. Well now, as I reach them, I should be happy.
But there's a good reason I'm not, actually, I'm horrified. Because I haven't just caught a career. I've caught Thales Flannery, male district four tribute and the very tribute that should be going back after the games are done. I have just fatally wounded my district partner.
oh ho ho!
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