There were hints of suspense and fear in the air. First to die or victor? I cautiously surveyed the area, being careful not to step off the platform and detonate myself. We were in a grass clearing, surrounded by dense forest. In the centre was the cornucopia, large, jagged and filled with life preserving goods. Suddenly, a booming voice sliced through the silence like one of the deadly knives I could see through flesh. The final words of 3... 2… 1. A braced myself for the events to come. I had previously set my sights on an orange backpack, so now I was dashing towards it. I think her name was Katniss, the fire girl. The one who got the 11. She was running for it too. Both grasping it at the same time, it had to be juggled from one another until I felt a sharp blow to the back. While spewing blood, I collapsed to the icy ground to live my final moments. All I could see was Katniss stumbling into the woods. She had potential. She could just about win.