A/N: The first of the many bloodbaths... *sighs*
D6 Boy
A booming sound like thunder echoes around the arena, the gong. Fight or flee? I leap forward, my feet hurriedly scampering towards the golden glint of the Cornucopia. I have to flee, not fight. Or so my mentor told me. But as I bend down to scoop up a pair of woollen socks and some iodine tablets a greater prize lies within. Tents, food that would put this measly cracker I snatch from the ground to shame. Fight or flee? But as I waver the careers start closing in. It looks like my choice has been made for me – fight.
