The sun shines bright in my eyes, it burns but I shake it off, once eyes have adjusted I look around at the other 23 tributes, who in less than a minute, will be running, fighting and dying at the cornucopia, the golden wonder, where over half the tribute will go to die, thinking it's their only hope, from what I can see, this year's arena is mountainside, lots and lots of it, a river runs through the two mountains in front of me, the water looks clear, clean, ill run there... if I can"31,30,29" Claudius Templesmith's voice boomes over the arena, such an popular, iconic voice, was a nice man my father had told me, always bubbly and happy, its a shame I didn't meet him before I got dragged into this. I turn around and look around, there is a gentle slope covered in vast array of trees, ones I could hide in or use as a weapon, who am I kidding I'm not going to be able to use them as a weapon, I'm not going to be able to use anything as a weapon, I'm going to die here...BOOM, I'm caked in blood from head to toe, the tribute next to me fainted and hit the ground, I suppose the plus side is there's one less tribute and he died quickly and painlessly, the other tributes are all staring at my blood soaked body, open mouthed, ones laughing evilly looking like he is going to fall off his own platform."3, 2, 1" my feet leave the platform faster than anyone else's and I spring towards the cornucopia. This time, from a little distance away it looks like a mix of weapons and life saving tools, like sleeping bags, jugs of water, and more importantly things that will keep me warm like matches and hard warmers. I'm the first at the entrance of the cornucopia, I grab a weapon, a large machete with a serrated back and a rounded steel top and handle, there's a mini crossbow with a quiver filled with ten bolts and a carry strap, I sling that over my shoulder. I look back, the others are nearly here, I grab a big backpack, it was heavy, good might be something useful in it and head out. A big male tribute barges me out of the way and grabs a weapon, he runs at me but before he gets to me a petite female tribute hops onto his back and plunges the point of a sickle into his torso. He screams in pain as she pulls the sickle out and drag it across his throat, he didn't scream after that she glared viciously at me but goes back to looking for items. Tributes begin to flood in so I sprint out, looking for a way to run. A little girl is still standing on the platform, I sprint over " hey come on, you need to move, your going to die if you stay here any longer." She just stares vaguely, so I grasp her arms, her eyes shoot up "please don't hurt me" she sobs. "hey I'm not going to hurt you, don't you worry" I reply. She begins to smile, a very cunning, evil smile. "What's so funny" I ask. Then, like raindrops falling from the heavens, drops of red splash across her face and I feel a sickly warm feeling coming from my chest. I gaze down and see a steel cutlass sticking out, covered in blood. "Why" I ask. She replies "one less tribute to kill later" and she skips off. The blade is withdrawn and I turn and fall on my back, looking at the simulated sky, what I would do to be anywhere else. The girl who stabbed me from behind stands over me, lifts the sword up and swings it towards my head. I wake up before I see what happens, in a sweat, screaming.
