I couldn't help but laugh. And I did lose precious time with that. Plus, Atlas would now definitely hunt me down for the rest of my life (I'm pretty sure he now wants to be responsible for my death).

I tried to focus and ran in direction to a orange bagpack. I picked it up with no thinking. I looked left and right, but the items were SO far away from each other. Tributes falling down here and there, thanks to the water illusion. Oh gosh, I have to control myself. But all this situation was so goddamn funny. Ok, so what do I need? Should I try to get a whip? Oh gosh no, I'd be dead in a minute. I spotted blanket and ran towards it. I knew how cold it could be in a desert at night. Atlas was already running towards the Cornucopia... better get my ass out of here.

So I started running away from the Cornucopia. But to where!? There were no hidding places! I just started running in a random direction, just wanting to stay away from the Cornucopia the farthest I could.

I kept running and running, I was quite fast - until I heard the sound of the speeding wind passing by my right ear. I looked back to see Atlas, panting, with a trident on his left hand. "You're not going to throw that too, are you?" I thought to myself. Crazy guy. I didn't lose more time and kept running before he could catch it. Some meters foward I found a blade half buried in sand, I presumed it would be the thing Atlas threw at me. I didn't hesitate and picked it up, before continuing my run.

I had no idea how to use that thing, but it's better than having no weapon at all.

I only stopped running when I found myself in a field full of rocks. They were very irregular and big, could be useful for hiding. I looked back to see the Cornucopia, but I couldn't see it anywhere. Damn, I was quick - I didn't notice how much I had run. Well, good for me.

I searched for a big rock, enough to provide a big shadow to cool me down. I couldn't see anything or anyone, anywhere. Not even animals, they'd probably be hiding under the sand.

I leaned my back against the rock. Now I began to feel how tired I felt - not only tired from the run, but from everything that had been going on for the last days. I took avantadge of the quietness to check out what was inside my bagpack - a knife, yay for more blades I can't use, a camouflage kit, whoa that would be soo useful on a desert; this kind of weird fruits I've never seen before and a bottle with this weird blue liquid I had no idea what it could be.

That was when I remembered that I had no water.

WHAT THE FUCK, ATTICUS! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU FORGET TO SEARCH FOR WATER AT THE CORNUCOPIA!

- Well fuck, - I said out loud. Geez, I live in District 10. Vast deserts. How could I forget that!? There's no way I was going to find water here. How ridiculous is it to die from dehyration!?