A sudden loud banging noise wakes me. As I slowly open my tired eyes, and look around, I realise I'm no longer alone.
"Hello again," A voice calls out from the darkness; it's still night time in the arena. I can't see their face, so I can only judge who it is by their voice. And I don't even know that.
I stay silent, slowing my breathing, in case they can't actually see me. I'm wrong though.
"Staying silent, sweetie?" The voice asks me, their tone sarcastic.
I know who that voice belongs to now. Just at the thought of what that tribute can do to me, makes me tremble with fear. I guess that this person is a few metres away, so reluctantly, I edge away from where I'm crouched, grabbing my pack as silently as I can, before sprinting as fast as I can in the direction North. I don't know why I decided to run, after all, they're bound to hear me and chase after me. Cato always was a good runner.
I run past other machinery, old pieces of wood, before I'm in front of a wall and there is no way out. I'm trapped, with a Career behind me. And there's bound to be more hiding out, waiting for me to run past before they pounce on me like I am prey. I start to panick, frantically running from left to right in an effort to find a way out.
"You can run but you can't hide!" Cato growls, as I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.
But then I spot a small gap in the wall, just about big enough for me to fit through. As Cato approaches me, just a few inches from grabbing my arm and most definately killing me, I squeeze my little body through. Sitting on the floor, gasping for breathe as getting through that tiny gap was horrendous, I hear the groans of Cato as he tries to fit through. With his 6 foot tall figure, and his toned arms, there was no way he could get through. I relax, sighing with relief that I've survived my first encounter with a Career.
Before I move, I make sure the footsteps start to fade away, before I can't hear them at all. After about 10 minutes, he finally goes. Crouching on the floor isn't that comfy anyway, so I'm glad I can now move.
As I get up and stretch my arms after ages sitting down, I turn around and study my surroundings.
The room I'm in now is just like the one before, except for the fact that it's a lot more cramped, but with a large door situated at the end of the room.
Inquisative as to where the door leads, I run over to it, pulling with all my might on the brass handle. But still, the door doesn't move. I have a rest for a minute before trying again, and with one last effort from me, it swings open.
As I cautiously step out, I look around, just in case another tribute is hiding. But I don't spot anyone, so on I continue with my analysis of where abouts I am. Somehow, I'm in a different street to the one last night, even though I'm in the same building as before. Well, that's Gamemakers for you.
As I clamber over some barrels that have been thrown on the floor, a sudden noise stops me in my tracks. It's the sound of the cannon, indicating that someone else is dead.
"They'll be playing the faces of people who are dead any time soon," I say out loud to myself, without thinking.
And I'm right; it's like the Gamemakers are listening to me, and think it's about time to play it. So they do. The sky suddenly turns pitch black, and onto the sky pictures of the dead tributes roll onto it, like credits at the end of a movie. In just one day, eleven tributes have met their fate. Almost half have died, so I should feel lucky that I'm still alive.
But, of course I don't. I don't feel lucky, I feel horrendous. All I can think is why the Capitol do it to us every single year, with the quarter quells being an even worse experience as more tributes are sacrificed. They must be sick to enjoy child after child being killed, just for their entertainment back at home.
I decide I should not sleep anymore tonight, because last time I did, it didn't work out very well. Instead, I walk swifty down the street I am now on, cautiously looking around the corners in case another tribute is lurking in wait for me.
I get to the end of the road in no time, so decide to take a left onto the next street. It looks just like the other one, except with taller buildings overlooking the cobbled street. By this time, the glistening ball of fire has already set in the sky; the fake blue arena sky anyway.
Without any real warning, as I'm just walking along, the building next to me starts to lurch forward, stopping me in my tracks.
It's like I'm frozen in time, not being able to move, only to just look in horror.
And that's when it happens.
Slowly, the building tumbles to the fround, the nearest debris only inches away from my feet. But little do I realise there is more building to come...
As I turn to see the building in front start to fall to the ground too, I try to start running away, away from this complete disaster.
But I have started running too late, and before I know it, part of the building is on top of me, caving in even more with every second I'm under all the rubble. Timber is pushing against my chest, affecting my breathing, and the sudden dust fills my lungs. I start to have a coughing fit, throwing up some substance in the process.
I look in bewilderment at all the things around me. How, if only I had taken a right then I would not be put through all of this pain. Then again, I could have been easily killed by the enemy on the other street. I guess I can never win my luck in this Hunger Games.
But as I realise this, something hits me mentally. Only this type of disaster could be made by Gamemakers. It's far too extreme and powerful to be tribute made.
"Help!" I cry out without thinking.
After all, nobody's going to save me. If I die here, then that's one last person to kill.