Paw Patrol: The Hunger Games

The Final 7

Zuma and Ella sat on top of a rock in the open watching for any drops to fall. Ella constantly checking their surrounding making sure nobody else was nearby.

Zuma scanned the skies as a he saw the prize. He noticed the small black box falling from the sky about 300 yards away.

"Let's go." Zuma mumbled and took off down the hill. Ella hurriedly jumped down the rock and followed Zuma in fear of getting lost.

Chase and Tracker looked above them as a small black box floated down from the sky above them. "What's that?" Chase questioned.

Tracker shrugged. "It's probably a supply drop. I'm not sure if they're doing sponsors this year." Tracker informed as he looked around for any other bold tributes.

He heard the faint sound of crunching from 3 directions. "Chase, I think we should get out of here. We have at least 2 teams coming." Tracker informed and slowly backed up.

Chase looked around and saw a Dalmatian with a spear covered in blood walk into the clearing from his left.
Straight ahead were two teenagers probably just old enough to qualify for the games. Shortly to the left of them was the big bad dog himself. The Cane Corso. To their right was a Saluki and Bloodhound with mud all over their fur. Directly behind them was a husky and Bernese Mountain Dog.

"We can run." Chase said as the care package landed. Tracker gulped as a loud thud was made right behind them.

Everest and Rex watched the big group of dogs run towards the middle. Everest and Rex watched cautiously making sure they had their eyes on a Dalmatian.

The air ripped in half as a spear flew the air and hitting Rex in his back. "AGGHHH." He groaned. Everest looked at the direction where it came from and saw what she nightmared about. "YOU!" He yelled and sprinted towards her ignoring the bleeding Rex.

Everest huffed as she pulled the spear out from Rex's back cashing him to howl in pain. She sloppily patched him up and ran into the woods to divert attention from him.

He drank some water and moved his front paws knowing he was gonna make it. Something was off. He looked behind him and noticed his legs were bent in ways they weren't supposed to be turned. "Oh shit." He mumbled and started to crawl as far as he could knowing he was now useless and doomed to die. Try and delay the inevitable.

Chase and Tracker snapped at each the Saluki and Bloodhound while the cane corso approached them from behind.

Zuma and Ella watched as the 3 teams in front of them were busy fighting. Zuma huffed and quickly and quietly ran towards the box.

He pulled the crate open making a loud click for everyone to hear. He saw what he was looking for. He picked up the crossbow with 5 arrows, a small knife and a packet of chips.

He looked over the crate and saw a Chihuahua approaching him. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." He mumbled as he fumbled to reload the crossbow.

Click*

He pointed the crossbow at the Chihuahua and shot it at him. "Shit!" Zuma yelled watching as the arrow landed in his paw instead of anywhere else.

He ran off while he could.

Tracker wailed pain. Chase looked away from the massacre the corso was causing and saw Tracker pull an arrow out from his paw.

Boom!

Chase looked behind and saw the Saluki dead on the floor while the bloodhound tried to keep his distance.

He snatched up Tracker and retreated from the field to their original camp sight. Tracker groaned as he watched his paw ooze crimson liquid. "Just hold out, we have bandages at our place." Chase assured as he got closer to it.