The black pad Rose was standing on had risen up into the arena. There were lots of trees, but also a big open patch for about five hundred feet in every direction. That left Rose with a big of a dilemma. Would she run forward, through the bloodbath to get to the cornucopia? No, she thought. She would run backwards, get amongst the trees.
The timer was counting down, and several tributes were grinning, awaiting what was to come. 25, 24, 23.
Rose took a deep breath to compose herself. She didn't want to die. Get it together, Rose, she thought. 17, 16, 15. She looked at the people around her. In a few moments they would all be out for her head. This wasn't fair. 10. 9. 8.
Good luck, Rose Tyler, she thought. 3, 2, 1.
All the tributes ran off their block, most of them running towards the center, into the cornucopia. Rose took off running behind her, hoping to get safely into the trees. She could hear the screaming behind her, but she didn't look back. She couldn't bear it. She kept on running. And running.
She finally made it into the trees, and then she dared to look back. She saw at least three bodies, just lying on the ground. She shuddered, turned around, and ran deeper into the forest. She was running, when suddenly a head of fiery red hair cut her off, and they ran into each other. She looked at Rose, and got up and ran off quick as she could. Amy Pond, her name is. I'm pretty sure, thinks Rose. She gets up, and runs in the opposite direction. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Rose was hiding in a tree, successfully having avoided two or three other tributes already. She just decided that she was going to spend the night in there. It was getting dark, and she heard the anthem of Panem play. Up in the sky, an image showed. A girl, about age fourteen, appeared in the sky, with a big number three below her. I don't even know her name, Rose thought, saddened. A boy with the number four, and then another boy with the number seven, and both the male and the female tributes for District 12. Rose buried her head in her arms, and she cried quietly to herself. These people were murdered. And I could be next.
A/N: I apologise profusely for the chapter being as short as it is. I've had one of the busiest weeks of my life, what with auditions and all. I promise next weeks chapter will make up for it, okay? Just please bare with me here.