Now, I know lots of people base their stories off of the books, but I decided to do a Hunger Games of the near past, the 61st. I do not claim to own the Hunger Games, and any similarities with the books aren't on purpose probably. I do, however, own every single one of my characters. So, I hope you enjoy. This is set on one girl's point of view of her experience in the Hunger Games. Let me tell you, things may and probably will surprise you. Also, some things from the books I am ignoring, for example the Career Tributes. There are none. Also, there won't be much on the Districts themselves, I'm focusing on the characters. Oh, and the girl's name is Kady, which you don't find out for a while. Enjoy.
Sixty seconds. That's how long they give you to think. Think about what has happened, and what is yet to happen. For some, I suppose this is when the realizations sets in. This is it. This is what happened. This is how it turned out. And, like it or not, there's no going back. As the sixty seconds slowly tick by, I reflect on how much has changed over these past days. When my name was called at the reaping, I didn't know what to think. No one volunteered for me. The boy who was called I barely knew. I knew my brother wanted to volunteer for me, but of course he couldn't. The next bits passed quickly for me. The ceremony, the training, the interview. I was just some girl in the games. No one paid much attention to me. I scored a seven in training. I watched the others, taking it upon myself to get to know them, learn their strengths, their weaknesses. After a few days I knew everyone's name. A knew a little about some of them, like their lives before they were chosen. Before I even knew it I was waiting for the gong that signalled it. That signalled it was time to leave humanity behind and fight to live. I waited, until I heard the sound. The gong. And I ran.
The others were all equal distance as me from the Cornucopia, but I was one of the fastest. I picked up a backpack along the way and there were three others that arrived at the same time as I did; the tributes from District 3 and a boy from District 6. Some of the others were coming in behind us. I quickly grabbed a long knife and slashed out with it, landing a hit, but not a fatal one, on the District 6 tribute. He stumbled back, and then ran away from the rest of us. I didn't bother with him any longer. I grabbed a container of water and a sweatshirt as well, and then turned to run to the forest. As I turned, I saw the massive boy from District 12 holding up a club ready to bash me. I was saved, though, by a young boy from District 5, who killed the other boy quickly with a short knife. I wondered for a second what he was going to do next, and my answer came quick. He turned around and slashed out at a girl from District 4. I think her name was Casey. She's dead quickly and then the boy runs off. I see another girl, Emma was her name, kill a girl who looks very lost. As I run away, more are running past me, and I see the girl from the Cornucopia kill a girl a year older than me with a bow and arrow. I'd seen her in practice, she had wicked aim. After that she turns and runs into the forest as fast as she can. I continue running. As I reach the edge of the forest, something thuds into a tree next to me. It's a long spear. I grab it and get out of there.
I alternate running and jogging for about twenty minutes, and then I see a crystal clear lake through the trees. I quietly make my way closer to it, hiding among the rocks. I look around for anyone, and after deciding its safe enough, put my pack down and open it. I hadn't done too badly. In it was a box of matches, a grey hat, a loaf of hard bread, and three granola bars. I had water, clothing, food, fire starters, and weapons. I was shocked at how well I had done. As I put the last of my supplies into the backpack, I heard a splashing sound. I peek out of my cover to see a boy swimming madly to a spot in the lake. From what I saw he must have dropped something in, somehow. I recognize him as the thirteen year old boy from District 6. I also knew from earlier that he can't swim very well. Before too long he's flailing around madly, trying to stay above water, yelling for help. I just sit there, knowing helping him will get me nowhere. Suddenly, he goes under the water, but it's as if something has pulled him under. After a few seconds a pool of blood stains the lake. I turn away in disgust, and, spear in hand, walk away. Within the first hour, five dead. There's been more, been less once. I hear five cannons in the distance, signalling that no more died in the bloodbath. I don't know whether to feel happy or scared that so many are left. There are still eighteen kids out there that want to kill me. Pushing all thoughts of the kind aside, I trek onwards, hoping to find somewhere to set up camp. I hear a cry in the distance, but ignore it, praying I'll survive the day.