Poppers are rat-like creatures that can jump triple their size. Their bites are toxic, but once the victim gets the bite cleaned the throbbing pain caused by the bite goes away. You can not run from these rats, the only way to get rid of them is by killing them. I am slashing away with my axe, taking them out left and right. Boom. The cannon is far away, but I panic.
"Okay?"
Ashton and Maple both moan and Corala gives a small "Yep."
There's gotta be twenty of them. We keep killing, but Ashton collapses from the pain. I quickly grab some snow and rub it on his arm where he's holding . Maple falls down and copies me, but on her own leg.
"I got it." Ashton says.
I protect the two while they rub the white cold powder into their bites.
"Couple more!" Corala says, slaying with her dagger.
I take out three more and Corala does the same. The beasts are gone. We all settle down in the hole and I hand Maple the sunglasses. I sleep for another three hours, but I awake at a cannon. Everyone else is sitting up, appearing wide awake.
"You guys all rested?" I ask, they answer with a nod. "I saw multiple camp sites, one directly south from here. What do you say? We know it's not the careers..."
"Let's get this thing over with as soon as possible." Corala says, gripping her bow.
We all drink some water and sling the packs over our backs.
"Are any of you hungry?" I ask holding my stomach.
"Yeah." They agree in sync.
"We'll fight better on a full belly." I turn to Ashton, who is pulling some bread from his pack. "We need protein." I agree with a nod.
"Maybe sponsors will send us some in the morning." Maple says hopefully.
After a half hour of eating and digesting, we take off to the south.
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The 62nd Annual Hunger Games
Fanfiction{All rights go to Suzanne Collins} Faith is your average fifteen year old girl from district ten. Her bright spirit belongs to her family, at least up until the reapings for the sixty-second annual hunger games. The odds may not be exactly in her fa...
