You run forward and into a Marsh. There's just bugs everywhere, on every piece of skin they can find. You swat them away and don't notice that you walked into a pit of quicksand. You scramble to get out but the force of the sand is too strong, sending you farther under. Some meters away you spot a tribute, you can't tell who it is.
If you call for help, go to Chapter Twenty.
If you stay quiet and grab for branches, go to Chapter Twenty-One.
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The 72nd Annual Hunger Games (Choose your own Adventure!)
FanfictionWarning: There is a mild amount of gore. Those who have read the Hunger Games Series should be alright reading this. I do not own the Hunger Games, this is a fan made story. The Hunger Games is written by Suzanne Collins. Warning: Poor Writing. I wr...
