"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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When I wake up, it's just the sound of the anthem playing. Hollie and Saron are both awake now. The three of us have crawled out of the little fort we made and look up at the sky. Three more people have died, the sound of the anthem begins to play in the backdrop of the dark black sky, I look up at the sky.
The first picture is the girl from five. The blue haired girl called Elektra. She was the first picture, meaning that anyone else before her was alive. The next is the boy from eight has died, his name was Mansell and he was unnaturally small. The final person that died was the other half of the District 12 pack, Rima had died. Which was sad, she was very beautiful.
I cross them off of my list. I think the boy from eight died in the morning. The girl from Twelve in the afternoon when me, Hollie and Saron were hunting in the woods and finally the girl from Five died when we were eating dinner. just three is quite low actually. For the second day at least.
"I'm going back to bed." Saron whispers to me and Hollie, who nod for him to go back into the fort, which he accepts and slides the duvet around his weak body.
I go back into the tent, I stay up for another twenty minutes, Hollie has fortunately drifted off too. it's twenty minutes until I hear the sound of something in the distance. I peek my head out of the gaps in the twigs. My eyes go wide, my skin draining of whatever colour I already had in it. there they are.
Their glowing eyes of the former tributes, I've seen that before. I know one of them is the girl from five, another one is the boy from three. I can't make out the other two, but their glowing red eyes, their fleshing eyes in the shape of dogs. They are not dogs, but they haven't noticed me yet. they will smell me in a minute as they are feasting on something. I think it might be a deer, it's not human.
"Hollie. Saron. Wake up." I manage to wake the two of them up without disturbing the mutts all that much. I don't think they noticed us yet. "Wake up now."
"What?" Saron grunts slightly, he rubs his eyes open. the two of them sit up from the duvet covering their legs. "What is it?"
"Look. Over there." I point over to the sound of hungry mutts feasting on the deer.
"Are those..." Hollie realises instantly what those things are over there. she nearly screams. "Oh my god!"
"Shut up!" I growl, she nearly drew their attention. I cover her mouth to make sure she doesn't say anything else. I place a finger to my lip for Saron to shut the hell up. he does as I ask. "Shut up. please, don't draw attention to yourselves."
"How do we escape?" Saron mouths to me. that's what I was afraid of, I actually had no idea how we were going to get out of here.
"I have no idea. Pack up the stuff and let's go." I whisper to the two of them.
Saron and Hollie fill up their backpacks up to the brim, they place them on their backs as we manage to exit the tunnel silently. I grab my axe and I grab my hunting knives from the middle of the fort.
