When 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 gets chosen for 68th annual hunger games and her mentor is none other then the capitol darling, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑.
In the battle of life and death, Juliette Ambrose ends up finding herself falling for her...
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❀— 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 —❀ ACT I CHAPTER 7 ( karma's gonna track you down )
SPRINTING AS FAST AS SHE COULD WHILST LAUNCHING HERSELF INTO THE CONTINUING FOREST. Smashing into nearly every tree and bush she ran past on her way in.
Her chest heaved up and down as she trekked through the wildlife. The temperature of the arena wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Even though it would probably get warmer when the days pass.
It felt like she had ran for hours Juliette finally decided it was time to relax a bit and see what was inside of the bag she had managed to grab from the blood bath. Looking around, the towering trees surrounded her eyesight.
Juliette decided to attempted to climb one and surprisingly she was successful.
Nestling carefully into one of the branches she opened the zip of the sky coloured bag and reached inside.
She took out a long red and white rope which could help her with snares and traps. It could even help her with the sleeping situation she was soon going to have to plan.
Carefully placing the rope towards the side, her hand reached back into the bag and pulled out a metal flask, a sleeping bag and a packet of what seemed to be some kind of meat.
Juliette rapidly opened the lid of the metal container and tipped it up towards her mouth. But just like she expected, no water.
She sighed and looked up towards the sky or basically the top of the arena. Juliette realised that it was getting dark quite fast and the temperatures were dropping slowly unlike the lighting.
deciding that she should find some water before it gets dark Juliette jumped down from the tree landing on her padded boots and made her way around the arena to find some sort of drinkable water.
Before she left though she made sure to set up a snare and mark the trees so she wouldn't loose where she was going to make camp.
Since it was a mountain ground there had to be at least one stream of water somewhere around, so she never gave up looking.
After what must of been hours, a medium shaped stream came into her eyesight and she ran towards it but careful not to make too much noise. Dropping to her knees she opened up her bag and took out the flask to fill with water, drinking small sips out of the stream to save the water.
Feeling more refreshed she made her move back towards where Juliette had marked the trees. Luckily she had caught a rabbit in the snare she had planted before she left.
