The next morning, I woke up feeling my stomach growl and my throat cracked dry. I check the grounds to make sure they are free of any careers or other tributes, and then start to climb my way down. With minimum effort, I am soon standing on the grass in no time.
Looking around the dense forest, and the morning sun, I tried picking a path that would lead to water. Clean water. That will be like finding a cat in the dark with close to no sunlight, and with the limited sight before me, I have no idea which direction to choose.
After two more times of circling, I just decided to follow the birds singing. They have to live around something that would keep them alive, I try to justify.
How long have I been walking? I think the sun is upon my head now. Crouching down, I take support of my knees. I tried to breathe to satisfy my lungs, but the air burned as it scraped along with the tongue, and throat. A painful growl from the stomach yet again announces that thirst isn't the only problem.
Pulling the right strap of the bag forward, I debated whether I should just feed off of the bread. Clenching the jean material in my fists, I shook the hunger away from my head. Or tried to. This is for emergencies. I kept reminding myself.
The images were swirling into each other now. I think it's the heat? It was the heat that was making my eyes melt the scenery around me. As I was about to pass out from dehydration, the patriarch hit my burning nostrils. I push myself to find the water stream.
After a few minutes, I soon spotted the water body. Gentle wisps of air that created just as gentle ripples that shimmered under the afternoon sun. I forced one last gulp of dried air as I strode to quench my thirst. I felt the cool water calm my burning insides.
I am partially convinced that I have the luck on my side. I haven't encountered even a single tribute since the start of the games. Is it just unbelievable good luck or the calm before a life taking storm?
