I've reread the Hunger Games so many times now...

Gah! So I was typing this..then my computer crashed..and thus I had to redo everything

Rose POV

I looked at my surrounding, which were all burning to ash. I had two choices. One, I could stay in the cave. Two, I could swim away in the stream. But if I did that, I would be separated from my supplies.

After a bit of thinking, I decided on the second. I grabbed my water bottles, filled them with water, and splashed my sleeping bag and other things with it.

Then, I grabbed a few daggers, some food, and my backpack. I stuffed the food in, along with my last bottle of water, and swung it onto my back. I ran to the stream, and jumped in.

It was freezing! Compared to the burning hot temperature on land, it was like ice water. I ducked under the surface, and opened my eyes. I waited a bit for my eyes to get used the the water, then set out.

I swam a bit, and then reached the area were the tree had fallen. To my horror, it was blocked with branches. I looked around, trying to find some way to get through.

There! At the bottom, was a space that I could fit through. I went up for air, then dived down. I quickly forced my self in. Right when I thought everything would be fine, I got stuck. A twig had snatched onto my backpack. I quickly pulled it, hard, and it came free. On the other hand, it seemed that I pulled a support. A branch crashed down onto my leg. Did I mention it was still partially on fire?

I opened my mouth in a soundless scream, and precious air was lost. I couldn't surface here, not with all the fire. The first time, I was far enough. Now, I was just about next to it. I swam forward the best as I could with the pain in my leg. Just as it seemed I was about to suffocate, I pushed myself up, and took giant, desperate gulps of air. I looked back behind me. All I could see was a burning landscape.

I swam for another few minutes, then got out., I had reached an area where the fire had already passed. A few burning branched where the only fire left. That wasn't the only sign of a fire though. Blackened trees covered the area. The atmosphere was heavy with smoke. I started to take a few steps, then winced. My right leg, the one that was hit by the falling branches, stung.

Looking around, I found a spot I could sit down. I went over, and took a look at my leg. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't something I would want in a place like this. It was cut up by the branches. The injury was also burned. About a first degree burn. My main concern was the cuts. It could get infected.

As I looked closer, I saw that a piece of twig penetrated by skin. I cursed under my breath. Taking it out was needed, but it would create a world of pain.

Stopping there...

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