Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

Can I trust you?

My arms flail around madly, trying to find something, anything, to stop my fall. Nothing is in reach, and the next thing I hit will probably be the cornucopia. Unless the boy from 6 gets to me first, the amount of noise I'm making would definitely alert him of my presence.
I'm not really sure how, but either I managed to line up my slip perfectly or the gamemakers are on my side, because I slide straight into the cornucopia and slam into a crate that the careers probably left and my tumble stops.
I stand up, surprisingly unharmed, dust myself down to the best of my abilities and take a look at my surroundings. The cornucopia has pretty much been picked clean, either by the careers or other tributes. Only a few crates, a couple of tarpaulins and some probably emptied backpacks still remain. The weapon racks are basically cleared, aside from a couple of spears and a small knife.
I pick up one of the backpacks, zip it open, and as I guessed, it's empty. But this one is bigger than mine, so I start shoving all my stuff into it when a figure appears at the top of the hill, a silhouette mainly.
Panicked, I finish sorting my stuff and get ready to run. The figure is the boy from 6, probably, and going to kill me, probably. I can see now that there's a long, curved blade in his hand, which may or may not end up dripping in blood. Who's blood, I don't know, but one of us is going to die in this feast and I'm not very hopeful.
I'm about to start legging it out of the cornucopia when he tucks away his sword and forms the peace sign with his fingers. I'm guessing it's peace, not him making a rude gesture at me, but you never know.
He starts picking his path down the hillside, evidently trying not to end up like I did. Finally he gets down, sword still tucked away, and approaches me carefully.
"I come in peace," he says.
"Okay. Well uh..."
"Aren't you going to kill me?" He asks, acting kind of surprised.
"No. You've made yourself clear that you aren't a threat, and to be honest you don't look like you're in the best condition,"
"There's a reason for that. I finished my water hours ago, and I haven't eaten for a few days,"
"Are you sure I can trust you?" I ask. I'm starting to get a little but suspicious.
"Yes. Can I trust you?"
"That's for you to decide. Do you want some water? I have a couple of bottles full,"
I throw him one of them, and he drinks thirstily. Then I give him a pack of crackers that were from Nikki's bag, and again he shoves them into his mouth.
"Well, the careers are going to get here in a few hours and probably camp out somewhere nearby until the morning,"
"Which ones are left? Who died this morning, and do you know how?"
"Yeah. The boy from 1 and the girl from 4 are still alive, I killed the girl from 1 this morning."
"Oh. I was hoping it would be the git from 4 that died, but guess we don't always get what we want."
"No, we don't," I agree as he hands back the water and the crackers.
Both of us stand in silence for a moment before I walk out of the cornucopia mouth and sink into the shade behind a bush.
He sits next to me and we spend the next hour talking, about home and the games so far.
I learn that his name is Titus and he is 17. His district partner, Sevilla, was 12 and died in the bloodbath at the hand of one of the careers. To a short extent, I tell him about my home life and about Robin. Then we discuss the games, which involves a lot more vicious language than I've heard in a while. Titus has only killed one person so far, the girl from 3 in the bloodbath, and finds it impressive that I've killed 6 people single- handed.
Sunset begins and I tell Titus to go and hide in another bush for the night.
I scramble up one of the thin trees and hide in the dry leaves, waiting for the careers to arrive.
Finally they do, as intimidating as ever, and set up a temporary camp somewhere to my right. To be honest, it's terrifying that the 4 tributes left are all in a small area together. And half of them want me dead.
I'm too tired to stay up all night, so I drift off and when I'm awake again the sky is dark and the first few bars of light are peeking over the horizon. My instincts are to stay where I am, but instincts are nothing when everyone's out to kill you. So I jump down from the tree and sprint out to the cornucopia and hide until the sun is visibly over the horizon.
So where's my feast?
The ground splits open and a table covered in a white linen cloth rises out through it. On the table are many dishes and plates of the finest Capitol food, each of them perfect. And around the table are four chairs, waiting for each of us.
So what are we going to do? Dine together like civilised people, or fight it out for the best food like wolves?
I think I know the answer. 

Not really sure how but I think I hit an upload streak of 4 weeks on Thursday. DEDICATION, PEOPLE! Mostly writing on the bus tho UWU

-Katherine