It's quiet in the room. Despite their being a stylist by my side and countless machines and wires running through these walls…It's silent. So silent I can hear the ring in my hears and the occasional footsteps from the other end of the door.

A door I want to smash down, to tear off its hinges so I can escape. I'm not sure where I'd run but I would run. Any place is better than here.

But I can't…

I can't run, I don't speak, I only wait. What exactly am I waiting for? Waiting to die? Waiting to live? I'm not sure.

The food, decadent and meticulously place on a white table, the aroma of the desserts, meats, and cheeses fills the small room. Mixed with the strong stinging smell of spirits. A week ago I would have sold my possessions for what is on the table. I would have given anything. Now, I can hardly look at it.

I can only wait.

Pacing back and forth around the room, finding a position on the couch that I find comfortable but after only a minute or two I'm anxious and walking again.

My mind races to think of the arena. The outfit I've been assigned gives a clue. Shoes that are so tight against my feet I feel as if the circulation is being cut off. Dark brown cargo pants with dozens of pockets. A simple black shirt. Then a thin coat, the colour of the jacket depending on the district.

What can that be? Not tundra or dessert but forest maybe?

I can only wait.

Hours tick by but it feels like days when finally, the robotic voice booms through the speaker in the room.

"10 seconds."

That's my que. I step into the glass cylinder, feeling the walls twist and seal me inside. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it, my palms drip of sweat, I can't seem to catch my breathe and then I'm rising.

I'm rising up and up and up until I feel the cool damp air of the arena. All I can see is darkness.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Let the 56th Annual Hunger Games begin!"

So just a breakdown of how the bloodbath will work. Again, I don't know anything. Who will die, how many, etc. I have drawn out the cornucopia and grided it. Using randomly generated numbers, the tributes will move throughout the area. Your strategies will be factored in. So say you wanted to just stick to the outskirts of the cornucopia, then that is what your tribute will do.

Each tribute has been given a number based upon how lethal they are. This decides who will win in a fight. So say Tribute 1 has 11 and Tribute 2 has 7 and they end up in the same square. Tribute 1 would kill Tribute 2.

Your strategies will be adapted to the cornucopia. So say you grab a backpack away from everything else. But in the cornucopia, there are no backpacks. So instead, your tribute will just flee. Now if you say grab a far away backpack but all the supplies are bunched together then your tribute will go for the backpack regardless.

Good luck everyone.