The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the arena. Twenty-four tributes stood on their platforms, each one a unique story of hope and desperation. The 60th Hunger Games had officially begun, and the countdown had begun.
"Ten!" The voice of the Game-Maker echoed through the arena, a grim reminder of the impending bloodshed.
Twenty-four pairs of eyes scanned the Cornucopia, a gleaming horn filled with supplies, weapons, and survival gear. For some, it represented a lifeline, a chance to secure an advantage in the brutal battle ahead. For others, it was a death trap, a place where alliances would shatter, and alliances would be forged in blood.
"Nine!"
The tension in the arena was palpable. Tributes clutched their makeshift weapons, eyes darting to assess the competition. Some had already formed alliances, while others stood alone, determined to rely on their wits and skills.
"Eight!"
John Frost, from District 12, stood on his platform, his heart pounding in his chest. He remembered Haymitch's advice, to run away from the Cornucopia and avoid the initial bloodbath. He couldn't afford to risk his life when he had a family waiting for him back home.
"Seven!"
Ember Everdeen, his district partner, shared his resolve. Her eyes met John's for a brief moment, a silent understanding passing between them. They were in this together, determined to defy the odds and return to their loved ones.
"Six!"
On the platforms next to them, tributes from other districts sized each other up. Alliances formed and dissolved in the blink of an eye, driven by fear, desperation, and the instinct for self-preservation.
"Five!"
The countdown continued, each number drawing them closer to the chaos that awaited at the Cornucopia. Orion Blaze and Aurora Stone from District 1, Felix Vanguard and Serena Steel from District 2, and the rest of the tributes braced themselves for what lay ahead.
"Four!"
Flint Ignition, the tribute from District 5, held a makeshift spear, his eyes locked on the Cornucopia. He knew that the initial scramble for supplies could be deadly, but he was determined to secure what he needed to survive.
"Three!"
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Father of the games
FanfictionIn the gripping narrative of the 60th Hunger Games, we delve into the life of John Frost, a devoted family man from District 12. With a heavy heart, he leaves behind his beloved wife and two daughters to embark on a harrowing journey into the deadly...
