Hello, its been a while I don't post anything here. I am preparing myself for getting into master degree so things have been busy. Thank you so much for everyone that left a comment. And for .seed I am so glad you could understand the feelings I am trying to convey in this fanfic. English is not my first language - as I continue saying it - so sometimes I think my vocabulary is lacking or that the expressions sound weird. It is really nice when I see the comments and it makes me want to continue publishing.

If anyone likes SI OC fanfics you should try reading Galloshire Chronicles, it was the one that made me start this story. Hunger Games fandom really needs more fanfic hahaha.

Now without further delay, the 14th chapter.

One minute. Sixty seconds. It is a short period of time. I know this. However, standing in the top of the platform with explosives under me, knowing that if I move to early I am going to be exploded into pieces makes the time seem longer than actually is.

The arena is beautiful. More than such a deadly place was supposed to be. A stunning waterfall was at my left, with sparkling and what it seemed to be clear water, the rest is mostly a forest with some of the tallest trees I ever saw full with fruits I could see from a distance. It was amazing. Just like what I imagine Eden's Garden would it be like. The boy from 3 and the girl from 6 agree with me based on their admiration glaces.

It is a trap.

This arena must be garding something awful. Well, outside of the obvious things. I should go to the cornucopia. Now is my only decent chance of getting a weapon. Later the careers are going to set camp here and when they stop… it would had been too late.

I am fast. I just need to grab a pack and leave. There is only 10 seconds left. Quick. I need to decide which one fast. Be just like Abernathy, in and out before most of them realize what is happening.

There is two backpacks close to me, almost in front of the male tribute from 3. They are really far away from the center of the cornucopia. So, they probably are not going to have good itens. I can try to go further in, but I am small, the non-careers tribute will see me as an easy prey, and if I have something with me at time I would be a like a hitting the jackpot for them. And this is only if the careers did not kill me first. But it could give me an advantage.

The cannon sound.

I jump out of the platform. There is no time to think. I grab the two backpacks and head right, going in the opposite direction of the waterfall. It is too beautiful to be safe. I can hear the screaming, the pleas and the awful sound of blood splashing. I want to look back. See if is as bad as I am imagining. It is. I saw it countless times in the previous editions. But excluding when you know someone there you kind of feel deattach to it. As if you are seeing a movie rather than real life, because in the real world this would not happen, we are not going to do this, we are not barbarians. Except that we are.

I can't look back. I would paralize. I can't give myself such a luxury. Every second counts. I force my legs to go faster, pass the tree line and drive in even further into the dark forest. Such amount of tall and imponent trees toghter means that there is little light getting through the tree tops and now is midday, at night it is going to be pitch black.

I don't know for how long I run. Long enough for me to stop hearing the noises from the bloodbath, long enough for me to stop hearing the sounds of the other tributes that manage to run. Long enough for my legs start to hurt and my lungs feel like they are on fire. I need to stop. I know this. But a part of me keeps whispering that I am not safe.

I shake my head. There is no place here that is safe.

I hide behind a bush so I can look what is inside my treasures. There were a some dry food, two water bottles, one full and another one empty, a small pot full with iodo tablets, a piece of rope, gloves and five small knives.

It could had been worst.

But it could had been better. If I ration it, the food would be enough for one week, maybe more if I am lucky. The rope is good, I can tie myself to a tree and it would be safer to sleep. But the knives… even if throwing knives would be my prefer weapon, these are tiny, the blade no much longer than the palm of my hand. They can hurt if I manage to throw it with enough strength, what is an already huge if, but they are not going to be deadly unless I manage to hit some important artery. I am not that good. But is better than nothing.

I put everything into one backpack am spit on the ground until I manage to create enough mud to cover it so it became less visible from a distance. I'm glad my hair is not blonde or red, it would had been difficult to hide it, my brown hair and the uniform they gave me made me able to blend with the forest, hopefully being harder for other tributes to see me.

I found a tree that was not too simple or hard to climb and settle my "camp" there, making sure that my knot is strong and yet easy to untie if the situation ask. My tree would not be the first that other tributes are going to go to if they need shelter neither would be too troublesome to get down quickly. If I am lucky I will not see anyone in the first few days. The careers will be responsible for the entertainment. My score and even my interview was nothing noticiable for they to be headed in my direction on pourpose. I should be fine. But I can't relax.

Tomorrow I am going to find water. Now every tribute is doing this, anywhere with water is going to attract a battle. I should rest as much as I can, if I am running without direction I would get tired easily and burn all the fat I was able to gain from the last few days. This pounds can save me. Because even if a typical Game last two weeks, the longest was almost two months, I doubt I would get enough sponsors to send me food for such a long time.

I was too lost in my own mind so the sound of the first cannon almost made me drop the knife I had in hands.

Eleven cannons. Eleven teenagers met the end of their lives today. Almost half of us. Now we are thirteen. I guess this is going to an average Game than. It was not the biggest bloodbath, but certainly wasn't the smallest. If I am lucky one of the careers' faces will appear in the sky, but its better to not put my hopes up.

Is Lark one of those cannons? Is it bad if part of me wish him to be? I would be happy if he is alive, but that means it could end between us two. I would kill him if I had to and I am sure he would kill me. We are not Katniss and Peeta. But killing someone from home… someone I know the name and spent the last days living with… It leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth.