The Hunger Games

Chapter Twenty

ROSE'S POV
The small boy has me cornered, a knife in hand. I quickly kick his legs from under him, he falls, hitting his head on a metal box. Blood trickles into the tall grass. My eyes widen as I head a cannon shot. I never meant to kill him, I just wanted to not be killed. I guess this was what the hunger games was supposed to be. I shook the image of the boy from my mind and looked at the metal box. It was large and too heavy to carry. I needed to leave now if I wanted to escape the careers. I pry the lid off and throw it over the little boy, not looking his way. Two more cannon shots are heard as I peer inside. Knives. Bow and arrows. Rope. A sleeping bag. I had my blanket, but this could provide much more heat. A rain poncho and some weird balm. I stuff it into my pack, sling the quiver over my shoulder and stalk out of the cornucopia. A career must see me because I hear yells. I've taken too long.
I pelt through the grass, towards the woods. If I make it I cam hide with ease. I feel a knife whisk past my ear, slicing it. Blood drips down my face like sweat.
I reach the trees, sweating madly, metallic scent of blood in my nose. I keep running, not looking back until I've reached a small dip. It would be good for a camp, a fire. I could hide in nearby trees during the night. My main goal was to survive.
As night fell, I saw the stars through the treetops. It was very hot even through the night so I put out my fire, ate a little bit of the meat cakes I got from the cornucopia, and climbed into a tree.
Sighing, I hang my backpack on a branch next to me. I wouldn't fall, but just in case I covered my self with the blanket and tired my legs to my branch loosely. The anthem played and I watched as the images flashed in the sky. I saw the small District 10 boy's face in the sky. I think, a tear plopping on my jacket.