Sophie woke to the sound of a gunshot. She looked around to see she was lying in a cave. Near the cave entrance with a M4-A4 in hand was the boy who rescued her. He had the barrel of the gun barely peeking out of the rocks with his eyes down the iron sights. He was about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and had brown, curly hair. He didn't look very strong for his size, but somehow managed to fire the gun with any noticeable recoil. Sophie tried to stand, but quickly fell. She looked down and noticed a white bandage tightly wrapped around her foot, with the ankle area slightly stained red.
Sophie could only watch as blood sprayed from the back of the boy's head and he fell to the ground without any cry. She covered her mouth and stayed quite, slowly grabbing her PP-Bizon that lay next to her.
Boom
The cannon sounded ending the boy's life. About a minute later, a girl started digging through the rock wall that sealed off the cave. The girl entered and started picking around a pile of supplies opposite the wall Sophie layed in ambush. She slowly moved the gun into position, lining up the sights with the girl's head. With a deep, but silent breath, she squeezed the trigger, ending the girl's life there.
That evening, she stuck her head outside the cave to watch the anthem. That day, four had died, two of which she witnessed, meaning she hadn't been unconscious for long. After rummaging around the pile of goods for a while, Sophie found her journal and pen.
'Day 2:
After what seemed like an eternity, today is finally over. I found a couple of good supplies but nothing big that will help me win. All I have to do it take this one day at a time. Slowly, but surely. A boy saved me, but that's all I remember after blacking out. He's dead now, and I can only thank him in my heart for saving me. As my current supplies, I have a PP-Bizon, AK-47, M4-A4, Desert Eagle, and Glock-18 with an attached silencer. Hopefully tomorrow is less hectic. I will try to find my sense of direction and make a base as close to the cornucopia as I dare.'
After Sophie finished writing she turned to the back, where she wrote, 'To my family, assuming I'm dead and did not make it out of the Hunger Games alive. I want them to know how it felt, and how I tried to win. As a memory of my life, I love you.' She closed the journal, set her head down on a make-shift pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.
A/N: Sorry I haven't posted anything for a while. School stuff, long days, and time that I wish I had. But 2017 is now here, and I remembered I had stories to write. I'll try to get on more of a schedule of writing but it all depends on me. Thank you again for reading, I hope this chapter is worth my absence, and I will see you again in the next chapter!