The Quater Quell: 50th Hunger Games

Chapter 17

          About an hour more into my trek, my vision begins to fail me and I collapse. My mouth is dry as a desert. Well, I guess this is it. I lay down in the dense foliage of the arena. Of all the ways to die, I didn't think I'd go by dehydration. What kind of sicko's are these game makers anyway? They make an arena, so beautiful and so peaceful, only for it to be a mirage where every animal is out to kill you, the water is all poisonous and the plants are probably all poisonous too. Then how are there even any animals alive here then? I begin to question myself but smile faintly at my next thought.

       Of course, this place is a fake. It was built just for this year's games. The animals are probably all hybrids and the trees were most likely all made genetically in a lab.

         The sound of a wind chime startles me. I pry open my eyes to see a silver parachute float down and land on top of my chest. I open the canister attached to the chute and peer inside.

  Water.

       Well, it looks like I'm not going to die just yet after all. I think while I chug the water. I force myself to stop drinking so I can conserve what water I had. Attached to the parachute was a note from Waylon. It read "Drink conservatively-W."  "Well," I say aloud. "I'm not going to argue with that!" I rest for a little while longer before I pick myself up off the ground and rethink my strategy plan.

      "But first," I glance around until I find one that is suitable to me "A walking stick!" I say with a little glee. That water must have been packed with extra electrolytes because I feel totally awake and re energized with only could have been a few sips.

       I climb a tree to get a better view of my surroundings and to make sure I am on the right course to the base of the mountain. The view from up here was beautiful. I could see the entire arena. The meadow of flowers, the forest around me. the lake, and the rocky terrain that leads to the snowy mountains. I hear a cannon in the distance and turn my head just in time to see the hovercraft leave the arena with a girl's body in tow, no, two bodies. A girl and a boy. Another cannon sounds off signaling the second death.

       "Run! Get out of here!" I hear a familiar voice shout from down below. It was Dean! He was telling the young girl from District 11 to run. Run from what? I begin my decent from the tree tops and call out to Dean. "Dean! Dean up here! Dean!" Dean looks around frantically before his eyes finally land on mine. The small girl form 11 looks up at me and fear. "Run!' Dean yells at the girl. The girl dashes into the palmettos and disappears in a few seconds.

      I jump down when I get close enough o the ground. "Dean!" I yell as I wrap my arms around his neck. He smiles and pulls me in for an embrace. "Raven! It's so good to see you." Dean smiles. I gleam back at Dean. "So, Dean. What were you running form with that girl form 11?" I ask. Deans smile disappears and a figure emerges from the bushes behind us, answering my question.