A/N: Another bloodbath drabble, this time with the boy Katniss battled with over the backpack.
D9 Boy
The backpack is my best bet at survival. I lunge towards it, my desperation carrying me so far and I manage to slide down onto the ground and grab it. But then another girl arrives, the girl on fire. And she wrenches the backpack out of my grip, sending me reeling backwards onto the mossy ground. I leap up, ready to snatch my slip of survival back, but before I know it something warm and sticky is flowing out of my mouth, something that tastes of bitter iron. And it's all due to the knife sticking out of my back.