Final Moments: District Four Girl Tribute
You can last 8 days without food.
3 days without water.
3 minutes without oxygen.
The head trainer at the Capitol forgot to mention that it takes 3 painful minutes for a Tracker Jacker to kill you.
For the first minute, you can move to escape them, before they paralyze you.
I was no where near the lake, and the other careers had abandoned me. My joints were getting stiff. I can feel my face starting to swell up. I trip, landing face first into a bush.
For the second minute, you can't move, and the hallucinations begin, but you still have a concept of reality.
Imaginary birds were calling my name. One by one they landed on my body. They start singing a sea shanty.
For the last minute, you're in a surreal, terrifying dream.
The birds start to strip my skin off in layers, until my guts were exposed. They start pecking at my insides, poking and pulling. They take my intestine, and start to play jump rope. One days a part and wraps it around him like a scarf. Some birds are still singing.
You wait three long minutes, knowing you're going to die.