DISCLAIMER!! THE HUNGER GAMES IS NOT MY IDEA!! CREDIT TO SUZANNE COLLINS!! (Mild Language)
Iris Sheaf from District 9 is 14 years old. She hopes for another uneventful reaping day, but luck isn't on her side. When the name of someone close to her ge...
I dust the crumbs off my hands and stand up. Scrap this camp idea, it's probably better to sleep wherever I like when the time comes. My camp wasn't really much, just a small gap in the rocks, so it's not really something I was attached to. I pack it up and start walking aimlessly around the forest, trying to find something useful to do, when I find a pile of rocks and a broken rope net. Looks like the remains of a trap. On further inspection, I can tell that this trap has killed someone. The blood dried on the rocks and the way that they've been cleared by the hovercraft to get a dead body out. Who died to a trap? Rubella is the only one I didn't witness the death of. So she must've been crushed by falling rocks. Not the best or least painful way to go. And I feel sorry for her, she had more potential than this. I wonder who set the trap up? Maybe Nikki, or Thenet or one of the careers. But Nikki didn't seem to be very knowledgeable on traps, and Thenet wasn't really the type. So a career set it up. Not surprising really. But which one? This isn't too far away from where Kamalyn was sitting in the tree, raiding a bird's nest, so what if she set it up? And... and Benedict came from this direction when he assisted in the chase, the chase that started when Rubella's cannon went off. So one of them set up the trap. One of the tributes from 4 killed the innocent girl from District 7. The stream should be what, 750 metres from here? If it is still running and not just dried up yet. I'm disappointed when I reach the banks and stare into the dusty, pebble- lined crack in the earth. Where there was a gush of water, and then a smaller, fast moving trickle there is now a little line of water, half covered by the stones along the bottom. I bend down and clear a few, making a space large enough for my bottle, and lay it in the crack, intercepting the stream of water as best as I can. After half an hour of waiting patiently by the bank and hiding in the trees whenever I hear anything. I screw the lid back on after dropping in my last water purification tablet. I just have to hope that this water will last me until I die. Or until the games finish. I stand up and walk back into the trees. Do I want to give the careers a visit? No. No, I don't. Not even just to spy on them for a few minutes, because even in a few minutes they could kill me. What am I doing? Wandering around in the morning light isn't productive or useful. Or very secretive. They could see or hear me any moment. My eyes are focused on the floor, but it would be safer to look around me, and be ready. I pull a knife out of my jacket, still walking, not looking at my feet. And I trip on a piece of wire stretched between two trees.
IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER!!!! Do you think this is where she dies, like the girl from 7 did? Sprawled under a pile of rocks? YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE!
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