That's fourteen dead, right? I think to myself. If so, that leaves ten of us left. I take a deep breath. You can do this.
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The streets are still and silent. The air is cold and thick, but there is no noise. Anywhere.
The arena is freezing, and two more people died last night from the cold. I almost lit a fire, but decided against it. I might light one tonight.
There's only eight of us left, and when one more person dies they'll be questioning our families and putting the interviews on screen.
I wonder if I'll be the seventeenth person to die, or if they'll be interviewing my grandmother soon.
I wonder if they are going to intervene if someone doesn't die an 'interesting' death soon.
It's so cold.
I'm so hungry.
My feet hurt. I can't feel my fingers anymore.
Sometimes I wish that I would be the next to die, just so I can get out of here.
But then I think about Grandma.
And Posy, how she doesn't know me, but I know she will feel guilty if I die.
And Peeta. If I died he'd be the only townie that likes the Seam people.
And Gale.
I think I probably think about Gale the most.
It's a problem.
A scream pierces the air. I scare so badly I drop my pan. Another scream. Leaning down, I snatch my pathetic weapon up and sprint off in the direction of the girl's screams.
"Help! Somebody help!" I turn a corner and nearly slam right into the wall across the way, and there, in the middle of the street, is the screaming girl. She's grasping her face and shrieking as a boy tries to lift his foot from a sharp metal trap.
"What happened?" I asked, and they both whipped around to stare at me. I held my hands up to show them I wasn't going to... you know.
"We were running and he stepped on this weird plate and the spikes came up and latched into his boot." The black haired girl cried, tears streaming like rivers down her cheeks.
"A plate? Like a weight plate?" I said, thinking of the plates we used to weigh the meat back home. She nodded and sniffled.
"Why does it matter what kind of plate it is? I just need to get free." The boy said snootily.
Thinking about previous arenas, I could remember one year where there was pressure sensors in the ground, and when triggered they would explode.
Looking back to the two people, I could see that the girl had stared pulling away the spikes, and the two of them were almost finished.
"Wait!" I screamed. "Don't-" the boy yanked his foot up and out, and the ground exploded from beneath him.
The girl screamed again. I coughed, and tried to wave the dust away from my face.
I carefully walked forward, not wanting to step on another one of those,
As the dust cleared I could see what was left of the blonde haired boy, and a few feet away laid the screaming girl. Her legs and half her arm had been blown off by the explosion, and now lay in shreds around her.
There was blood everywhere.
"H-help." She coughed. I leaned down on my knees next to her head.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay. It's okay. Everything's okay." I chanted over and over and over, trying to reassure not only her.
"I'm sorry. I tried to help-" She looked up at me and raised a bloody hand to my face.
"It's okay. Th-thank yo-oh. Ow. W-will you win? For us-s?" She stuttered.
I nodded, dumbfounded. She coughed once more, blood bubbling out of her mouth, before her chest fell one last time and her cold hand slid down my cheek and fell to the stone beneath her.
Her eyes stared un-seeingly up at the sky, and I followed her empty gaze up. The sky was a murky, light blue, spotted with puffy white clouds.
They couldn't even put a nice fake sky in here for us.
I sighed and closed the girls eyes, grabbing my pan and standing up. I decided it probably wouldn't be smart to continue down the road so I turned around and went the way I came from.