I wake up to find a blood caked blanket, and a half inch deep wound on my back. While I realize I'm in the middle of the desert. I don't remember going anywhere near a desert, but here I am, and I'm surrounded by- my groginess lifts and I realize that asps are surrounding me. (For those that don't know what asps are, they're deadly snakes, and not another word for donkey that I misspelled.)
"Can this day get any worse?" I ask my self. "Oh yeah, that's right. Ya have to send all the deadly snakes to me- and scorpions." I say as scorpions crawl out of the sand. I try running, but the pain in my back was so extreme I almost passed out- again.
I grab my weapons, and start cuttind up the nearest venomous creatures, which happened to open up my wound- and again, I almost passed out. Could this day get any worse?
Aw crud. Here comes some heavily armed kids from district one, two, and three- and they're running from a landslide. The chances of my survival are dwindling down lower by the second, when all of a sudden, the scorpions and snakes blow up, my supplies and I are suddenly sittng on top of a hill. Looks like the game makers want me to last a little longer.
Before they change they're mind, I rub a little gash ointment on to my back as best as I can, and I feel releif. As I move my hand along the gash, I relize something. I'm in shock, which is why I cant feel the pain. The gash is oozing blood, and I can feel that the gash has doubled in depth. Enough with this ironic ointment stuff!
Luckily for me, Aquamarine has apperantly manged to get a real first aid bag or something, becouse I see a silver parachute floating down from the sky. Well, instead of just a real first aid kit, I have a pack full of bandages, gash ointment, a pair of sunglasses, and a watch like thing that has numbers on it- most likely how many people who are alive, because the number says 13. My lucky number.
I treat my wound, and now it's about as deep as a paper cut. Now to find food- but appearantly Aquamarine has that covered too. Down floats a roasted turkey. I take a bite of the turkey, and decide that it's not cooked in poison or something.
When I finish my breakfast, I put everything in my backpack, and salvadge what's useful and not blood stained. After that's done, I take my rope, and tie it to a hook, and tada! All I have to do is lower myself down. If only I had some gloves. I check the bag, and sure enough, there are gloves.
After lowering myself down the steep hill rope burn free, I look around for a tribute to get out of the way, if I'm going to return home alive. Sure enough, eleven of them are in a cloud fighting, but it'd be foolish for me to join them, so I turn the corner to wait, and then I realize that I can join the fight.
I take my bow and arrows. There are four cannon shots, and then I shoot. I hear four other cannon shots. Three left in the crowd. I send the rest of the arrows flying. Three more cannon shots. Sure enough, according to my watch, there's one person left.
"We meet again." A girls' voice behind me says, clapping.
"Poppy?" I say, as I spin around.
"Need I answer that question?" She replies.
She takes a sword she has, and swings at me. I'm caught offgaurd, and she splits my bow in two. I unsheath my sword instantly and lounge at her. She easily dodges, and strikes at my. The sword grazes my neck, but doesn't hit my wind pipe, I think. I use this opening to stab her in the heart. She cries out in pain, and I pull out the sword.
"I'm sorry Poppy." I say. The last cannon goes off, and I start to have a caughing fit, caughing up blood. I'll make it if the docters treat me soon enough.