Rose opened her eyes, a little unsure where she was. She looked down, and remembered. She was up in a tree. She had slept in a tree. And she was in the Hunger Games. She quietly nodded, and sat there for another minute, before proceeding to climb down.
She had to be careful climbing back down. She watched where her feet went, placed her hands accordingly, all the time watching below for other tributes that may be waiting to kill her. After a minute or two, she had made it down to the ground below the tree. She touched the trunk for a moment, then turned away and started to walk.
She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but she figured she should try and find a water source. Then she could find food sources later. Instincts told her she should try and walk downhill, as water usually collects there. She walked among the trees, downhill, and spotted a small stream. She started to step out of the trees, but she stopped. She saw a girl, who had a big, long scarf over her tribute uniform. She had on a pair of thick glasses, and she was drinking from the water. The girl looked up, and started to run off. But she stopped, and looked in Rose's direction.
Rose started to panic, but she stopped. She heard a sort of ticking noise. She'd been hearing it for a while, but she just noticed. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Rose turned around, and she saw it. A few feet away from her, it was standing. It had on a mask, but where the eyes would normally be, it was black. It had on a big, overblown wig and old-fashioned clothing, which resembled those which would be worn in France. A fairy-tale. A nightmare. It turned its head slightly to the side, pulled out its hand, and out popped a large blade. In the other hand, it revealed a chainsaw. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Rose turned back to face the girl, who now had a fairly anguished expression on her face. Rose decided it'd be okay to risk it, and ran over to the poor shaking girl's side.
"I'm Rose. Rose Tyler," Rose said to the girl, who was facing the monster.
"My name is Osgood," said the girl, without looking away from it.
"Run?" suggested Rose. Osgood nodded, and the pair took off into the forest. The thing was walking after them, and made jerky motions. "What is that thing?" asked Rose, somewhat exasperated.
"I think it's some sort of android. Most likely composed of clockwork. That would explain the ticking," Osgood supplied.
"Well, what is it doing here, then?" said Rose, a little bit too loudly.
"Well, this is the Quarter Quell. They probably felt like doing something interesting. Guess fire and wolves aren't interesting enough for them," said Osgood. Rose turned her head around, and saw the droid still walking along after them. Rose couldn't run forever, but she suspected that thing could.
"Do you have anything we could use? To kill that thing?" Rose inquired of her.
"No," said Osgood. "I got away from the Cornucopia as fast as I could. Most people did, it seems. Not that many deaths. So there might still be stuff the we could find."
Rose nodded, "Then let's go there." Rose and Osgood started making the trek back to the Cornucopia. It took them about an hour to get there, running and all. The droid almost caught up to them a couple of times, but they evaded it.
They ran toward the strange, silver horn, and rummaged through the remainder of the supplies. There wasn't much. There was a rope, a small backpack, a daggar, and a bow, with a quivver of arrows. Rose saw the bow, and shook her head. It was not for her. She picked up the daggar, and the backpack. They would come in handy.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Rose and Osgood looked behind them, having completely forgotten about the droid. It made a rigid swing at Rose with its chainsaw, which she narrowly avoided, but not without making a loud shriek. Osgood was rummaging through a box, where she pulled out a sword. She took it out, and handed it to Rose.
"There's another sword in here, I'll grab it," said Osgood. With her back turned to the droid, it stabbed her with it's knife. It stabbed her in the heart. Rose, choked up, took the sword, and stabbed the droid, it's framework falling apart. The gears rained down, falling onto the metal floor of the Cornocopia. They fell onto the Osgood's body, the last moments of curiousity and excitement still burned upon her face. Rose turned around, and started walking away. BOOM, went the cannon. She could hear the helicopter coming closer, coming to pick up her body. Rose, with her new supplies, but without her friend, ran out of the Cornocopia, and back into the woods.
That night, Rose reflected on those events bitterly. Osgood died this day. I didn't even know her last name. But she died. And in cold blood.
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