I wake up, shivering and smelling of sick.
It's really vile and it's ruined most of my supplies. I gather up the soup, axe and few matches that weren't splattered. I rip of a piece of blanket that wasn't hit and bundle them all in.
I run up the stairs, desperately craving clean air to set my thought straight. I gasp as my head hits the top of the stairwell and I escape from the stuffy tunnels. The air is so sharp that it would have hurt a lot if it wasn't so healing. I kneel at the top checking that nothing was about. Every single thing I thought about last night goes whirling around my head like a crazy spinning top of emotion. I sift through them looking for something, anything; but every single thought in my head all leads down one road of conclusion, one singular thought.
I'm in Love.
If I had ever thought I would fall in love before I died, I would never have thought it would have been in the Hunger Games. The odds must be so slim, and the chances of me ever reaching him in time to tell him must be even slimmer.
Maybe, realistically thinking, he might have a girl back home in District 5. Maybe I'm not his type. Maybe he has a type. Maybe I'm over thinking this.
With my hormones raging like this, I was in no fir state to fight. I ran swiftly along the side of the wall, narrowly missing an arrow that wasn't intended for me.
I managed to get about half way around from the point where I was originally when I stopped. Hidden behind a pillar, I paused to drain the rest of my soup. The vegetables and bread I left with the mind to eat them later if no more parachutes came between now and the time when I would eat again, whenever that would be.
After my lukewarm lunch, I check the sun. It must be about 2 / 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I grab my belongings and continue to walk.
I keep glancing, absent-mindly and not even realising at times, at the spot where the fight took place last night. I wonder if the boy is still there or whether he has moved on, and to where if he has. I can't even remember his name. Probably better because naming things, or knowing the names of the things helps you to get attached.
Attachment is how I put my defences down and I just can't afford to do that here.