Chapter 3
Blood, guts, limbs. That's all I could see looking back through the swarm of pine trees. Mercy, who had recently just saved me held my arm tightly in hope not to lose me. We were running, dodging ducking branches as we did so. Carefully watching the surroundings just in case another tribute decided to jump out and say: "hey, i'm gonna kill you." We saw nobody as we ran. Well, I didn't anyway. We didn't know where we were headed, but we seemed to be on a slight upward incline. Hanging from Mercy's side was a brown satchel which reminded me I hadn't checked in mine. Hopefully food, luckily this arena has snow we'll just melt it or even eat it. I remember watching a games once and seeing a girl light a fire in the woods, she died. The career pack were on her before she could unpack her bag. I told myself i wouldn't be that careless if I were entered into a games, and here I am. Sorry, i drifted away again. We had soon reached the edge of the forest, but Mercy seemed out of breath. But we couldn't stop I thought. Not here. Not this close to the death trap cornucopia. I could just image the career pack there, laughing, joking about killing us. Setting up a hell trap. But Mercy did save me, I decided to offer if she wanted a rest but she snorted and asked me if I was stupid. Of course I wasn't stupid, I just didn't want her to die on me, or be too tired to run or do anything after. If we survive that long. Mercy looked back and smiled at me, a comforting smile, one that reassured me. She let go of my arm and pulled her satchel around so she could look inside. Still jogging she pulled out a couple of small star shaped objects. I had seen them before; I knew they began with s anyway. A few knifes, a packet of dried fruit and small loaf of bread. Quite good, I thought to myself while opening mine. Pulling on the zip I realised the bag was of quite sturdy construction and had much inside. A coat just for snowy regions like this, knives, a book of some sort, matches, matches I laughed silently, right. I decided to keep them though, they could come in handy. At the very bottom was a piece of paper. I'll read it later I thought while splashing through a river onto the other side. Mercy all of a sudden stopped so I decided to make a snide comment: "tired are we?" I chuckled.
"No idiot, listen, listen carefully." I stopped dead, turning my head so my ear faced the way the noise was coming from. What was it? As it approached I realised the noise was a voice. Voices in fact. Was this the end of the line? Am I going to die?