But there are much worse games to play

-Katniss Everdeen.

Disclaimer: I thought it was already clear I'm not the owner of THG.

(Katniss p.o.v, as usual)

When I heard that stuff of 6 tributes leaving alive my first thought was something really obvious: Only six of us were going to survive.

But after analyzing that phrase, I realize that whoever put us here was more smarter than that. Way more smarter.

And then a possible truth came to me: 6 of us were going to play a game, before playing it we had to be prepared to get alive from it, in which we will show them how much we want to get out of here. Our desire to survive.

Mark, Haymitch, Lisa, Harry, an unknown tribute, and me where those 6 persons. I was more convinced of this when the canon sounded and we heard the sound of the hovercraft, miles away from us.

We were going to play a new game. But in the dark.

A large piece of metal came rushing at me and it could have decapitated me if I haven't dodged on time.

A small wisp of sunlight lighten my face and I realize it was real sunlight because of its heating. Indeed, it was something good, but at the same time something bad.

"THEY ARE DESTROYING THE ARENA!", I yell as hard as I can, although my throath burns because of the effort.

"What are we…", Lisa is interrupted by another piece coming right at her. Harry manages to push her but it brushes them, leaving Harry's shoulder wounded.

"You're welcome", he answers.

We jam each other, in an attempt to avoid been murdered.

"Is this what they ment to say?", Mark asks us, " That only 6 of us would have to get ready to leave alive?"

"It seems they have taken the message too literal", Haymitch comments and separates from us in order to don't get crushed by the metal.

Several pieces are falling from everywhere. They are assembling together like a tornado that is getting more closer to us.

"The dome is not yet destroyed, but it will soon be", I take a deep breath before continuing" We have to get out of here and found and exit before the metals wipes us".

"Deary, I already taught that was the plan since all those metals wanted to execute us", Haymitch replies.

"Okay, the metals are crowding in many directions. Right now they are near us. Once they gets a little bit away from us, we run", I tell them.

"And dodge", Harry adds.

"Exactly".

It almost seems that the metals have ears because instead of getting away, they move closer.

I notice that the metals draw back a little to our left. That's when I know is our only chance before getting liquidate.

"Run!", I alarm them as our foots try not to get tangled with each other.

The chase has just started.

Run and dodge is more easy said than done. Thankfully, none of the metals has hitted but some have brush me. I can imagine the bruises without seeing them.

We got separated since we started running. My lungs are burning and my legs are weaken. I feel the tempting idea to faint, but I resist it. Although it doesn't sounds so bad.

Another metal brushes my head and I slip, falling to the ground. The sound of a silver parachute (remember the sponsorship that were sent to the tributes) is the reason I stand up again. Inside the small parachute there is a note. Since is small, I fumble to try to grab it. I open it and find something written in it:

To Katniss,

You might call us corrupts, tyrants, even murderers. But everything has a reason. Your friend, Johanna, was really smart by faking her death. Sadly for her, we listened her plan through the cameras surrounding the arena. Poor girl, she actually taught she would have fooled us. After an interrogation, we discovered that her goal was to hack our system and save the living tributes. We made her believed she had succeeded. But after all, it isn't a really good idea to tell your plans when the walls have ears. Her other companion, we think her name was Kate, didn't had the same luck as Johanna. We think you have already decipher what our message ment. Right now, the only thing we can tell you is that if you want to get out alive, you have to start running. Even if one of your allies get hurt or killed, just don't look behind. Why are we sending you this? You once made something big, something that bring us all hope. We want to see if you're able to do that again. We wish we could tell you everything. Why we created this game? Who are we? What is our purpose? But right now, the only thing we can tell you is to survive.

From the people who put you here.

P.S: Peeta is still alive.

While reading the note, no metal attacks me. When I get to the last sentence, I dodge a metal that was going straight to my chest.

Peeta is still alive.

Right now, I don't really care what those people have suggested me. If my friends get hurt, I will be there for them. Peeta is a good reason why I will do that.

I keep running, evading, getting bruised, but looking for someone. I don't deserve that chance to leave alive.

My legs drive me to east, west, north, and south. I don't know where else I can go. And then, Lisa's scream slashes the silence that surrounds. Not counting the roar of the metals getting near me.

Almost the whole dome is wrecked. The sunlight covers me as I run toward my friend. I had aspire the feeling of the sunlight heating me since I had to resign to fake sunlight. As incredibly as it sounds, I no longer want it. Not right now, not like this.

I arrive to see that Harry's head is crushed by a metal. Lisa is crying and the sorrow is present in her expression. A tear slips from my eye. I wipe it with my hand as I ask her:

"Whe-where are the others?"

Lisa raises her teary face and looks at me with her puffy red eyes before answering:

"Mark got lost. Haymitch couldn't make it. Neither my brother and now probably me".

She doesn't deserves dying. I found all the strength I need within my body and raise her up, ignoring her complaints.

Soon, we are running in unison through the forest of flying metals. Her legs seem to buckle many times so I place her arm above my shoulder to keep her supported.

We are getting nearer to the limit of the dome.

"We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it", I repeat to her. I smile to cheer her up, but I only see grief in her stare.

We are almost there.

At least her.

The chunk of metal pierces my abdomen and a scream of agony crosses through my mouth. I look at Lisa. She seems determinated to come and get me. I shook my head. She is safe. I hope that Peeta too.

My vision becomes blury and before everything goes dark, I suggest Lisa:

"Don't look behind".

And my eyes close to never open again.

No idea if you have noticed that this last chapters have been more longer than usual. It's because this is the last chapter from this story.

Been honest, I was about to quit writing the story because I felt pretty disappointed of its progress. But the story was receiving so much views that I decided to end it. Actually, this wasn't the original end. The original end was Katniss being the only survivor and discovering why they were placed in there. But it was too cheesy.

Besides, I wanted to leave a cliffhanger.

Thank you so much guys for reading the story, although some people may see it as crap.

I want to remark this is my first story ever in Fanfiction so don't be surprised to found many mistakes. I'll soon fix that. Probably...

Well, see ya in my other stories(because yeah, I'm gonna keep writing you like it or not).

Bye!

And may the odds be ever in your favor.