Paw Patrol: The Hunger Games

Ceremony and Feasts

The games finally are here! Sorry for being gone for like 2 weeks. I don't know what happened. There's no excuse besides me being lazy. I had the chapter done last week but never reread it so. My bad. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy!

An old white lady took to a stage in front of a white stone lectern engraved with lines and small pictures. She wore and purple and blue dress. Her back was filled with feathers that represented and stuck out a peacock. Her head was wrapped around by a scarf making her seem older.

Her face was wrinkled and white hair covered her scalp. Behind her were the men who took the dogs participating in this years games. They stood tall and strong, their biceps stretching out their shirts and chest poking out.

A crowd of all kinds of people watched. Fancy suits and colorful dresses to beat up shoes, pants with holes and dirty brown shirts.

Above them were drones and cameras focused on the old lady in the front as she looked at a piece of paper.
"Today marks the 184th hunger games! I'm sure most of you know how this works. 2 random dogs chosen from each of the 18 districts to represent them and their district. Last years winner, district 3 gets a little surprise during the hunger games. Before anything goes on, let's bring out our contestants from each district." The old lady said as she turned to the body guards who then headed backstage as the crowd cheered.

She took a sip of water. "First up is district 1! The leader of district 1, Bazizi Kabib. His representatives are Chase and Tracker!"

The crowd cheered and booed as the Shepherd and Chihuahua walked out with blank faces. Behind the guard pushed them out. "Welcome boys." The leader of district 1 said.

"Eat a dick." Chase mumbled to him.

"Next up is Marshall and Gasket from district 2!"

The crowed cheered, the lady spoke over the cheering as she read out the districts to speed things up.

Once she was done, 36 dogs were lined up on the stage, behind them was the leader of each district.

The elderly lady turned around and glanced down the line of dogs, then she turned back to the crowd. "See you all next year, remember to watch the games next week!" She yelled before waving herself off the stage.

The dogs were transported by bus to a giant facility in the shape of an egg. They get one week to prepare for what's about to happen.

"You will all be staying in the same facility, I recommend not getting used to your partner because you might not see them again." The guard joke as he pressed a button which unlocked all of the cuffs.

In the middle of the room a long wooden table with exactly 36 chairs was waiting to be used. Dog beds lined the walls with district number lying on top of them.

They hesitantly moved forward into the huge area. They stuck to their partner like magnets, some knew each other and others didn't.

Zuma looked at the board and looked at the representatives from each district. "Chase and Tracker, district one. Gasket and Marshall, district 2." He started noting down every representative.

District 3 consisted of a bulldog and wiener dog. District 4 also had a wiener dog. There were all kinds of dogs everywhere.
A paw tapped his shoulder, he turned around and saw the same golden retriever from the lake and the car. "You're my teammate?" Zuma hopelessly asked.

She sadly nodded.

"I hope you were of royalty or something." Zuma groaned.

Across the room, two cops took notes of their opponents. Which breeds could be a threat and who would tuck their tails and run away. They considered age as well. The younger they are, the more anxious they are. You become wise with age. "What's our plan?"

Chase shrugged. "We'll be stuck with primitive weapons. Our best bet it to set traps and gather food."

Tracker scoffed. "Like we know how to set traps. I say we get food and hide in a cave or something. I always watch the games. I think I can recognize the terrain." Tracker offered as he remembered his younger years.

Chase nodded. "Traps was a dumb idea."

Skye sat down on a chair and looked at a raggedy Dalmatian. "I'm Skye." She started.

"I'm Dylan. Nice to meet you." He said holding out his paw.

Skye didn't shake it. She wondered how she got paired up with this guy. "Look, if we're gonna win this. We need a game plan. Are you anything of a fighter?" She asked.

He shook his head. "I run...a lot. I'm more of a flight type of guy."

She palmed her face and took a deep breath. "We can make it out alive if we-

4 hours later

A hidden door opened as about 20 of the buff men who collected the participants walked through with big round silver platters on each hand.

They slide it onto the table and opened it up revealing a mixture of vegetable, fruits, steak and chicken fresh off the grill. "The meals are for you! I wouldn't eat to much!" A skinny white man yelled from the hidden door.

The collectors walked in a line like ants out the door leaving the dogs alone with the food.

The first dog at the table was a bulldog with a yellow hat who started to chow down without hesitation. Slowly the others trusted the food and ate some.

1 hour later

The bulldog walked in a circle before suddenly hitting the ground with a loud thud. Everyone looked over as another dog fell.

"It was the food!" Chase called out as he fought the urge to black out.

He fell over along with another 10 dogs. It wasn't long before the entire room was asleep, not a peep to be made.

The last one standing was Marshall. He took heavy breaths as he looked for something to lean on. Everything went black.

He groaned. The fresh smell of wilderness and clean air breached his nose. An ant crawled by holding a small leaf, going up and down on the rough concrete.  He wasted no time getting up and looking at the wilderness behind him.

He arched his arch and stretched his arms. A pile of food and weapons were in the middle of everything. He looked to his right and saw a dog he didn't care about. On his left was a husky he knew very well.

"Everest!" He called out.

She laid down, curled in a ball with slow and controlled breaths. He sat down and looked at the other contestants who were sleeping with the occasional one other that was awake.