Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

Odds

Kamalyn looks up from Benedict's body, eyes bloodshot and angry. She pulls out a knife, and I'm terrified. But not terrified enough to give in.
Knowing that Clem, Jonen and potential sponsors will be watching, I lean down, still clinging on to the tree and shout,
"See you later, crybaby!"
She growls, enraged, but can't kill me. I am too high up, unless she chops the tree down I am safe.
I'm feeling like a daredevil at the moment, so that's what I will be. In one stupidly dangerous leap, I jump from this tree into the next, and laugh again, loud enough for Kamalyn to hear me. Again she growls, but again she can't get me.
"Goodbye!" I shout and jump into the next tree, heart beating fast. I keeps swinging from tree to tree, trying my hardest not to fall.
Eventually I reach the end of the trees, where the desert starts. I don't really want to go there, but I hardly have a choice. The forest area is only about 2 square miles in size, so I would be found very easily.
I make a decision.
I'm going back into the desert, where there's nothing but rocks, rocks and rabbits.
I climb down from the tree, hungry and scared. But not scared dying, no. More scared of causing the death of another child.
My feet hurt, but I start walking anyway. Towards the cornucopia, or to where Robin and I spent that first night, where we hid in the rocks and listened to screams of other tributes.
I don't want to go back, but It's kind of safe. I've been on the move for a couple of days, and it hasn't been going good for me. Not at all.
My head hurts and all I can think about is Robin. I should have got to him in time. I should have done something, anything, because now there's nothing I can do.
After about half an hour, I stop walking and sit down on a rock. I think I'm far enough away from the careers, at least for now. Maybe I could survive these games. I have a chance, and a pretty big one at that. I remember what I said to Jonen when we were saying goodbye.
"The odds are not in my favour," or something like that.
How wrong I was.
As well as our training scores, we were given the odds we had on winning. The best were 3 to 1, Rift from 1's odds, closely followed by Kamalyn's 4 to 1. The rest of the careers got 5 to 1, and I came close behind with a 6 to 1.
And now those odds are playing out well.
I count out loud but very quietly, how many tributes are left.
Me and Kamalyn, definitely, but the others? I'm not sure, because someone died earlier, (the cannon that alerted Kamalyn) but it was one of Rubella from 7, the boy from 6, the boy from 2, Rift from 1 and the girl from 1, which means that there are 6 tributes left.
The exact number in my odds.
I don't really know what the odds are, but I think it's roughly what place you die.
I stare at the ground in front of me, wondering what I'm doing. Sometimes I'm just so foolish.
Then I notice an extra shadow next to mine on the ground in front of me.
A human shaped shadow.
I spin around, just in time to see the girl from District 1 shoot an arrow at my head.
I watch, almost in slow motion, the arrow fly towards me. At the last moment, I move aside, but not far enough.
With excruciating pain, the arrow thunks into the side of my head and my world turns to black.

A nice place to leave ya'll. A cliffhanger. Dw, you'll find out soon! And here's a meme for whatever purpose I put memes in for.

-Katherine