The Tracker- The 43 Hunger Games

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

In the morning, it's pouring down rain and extremely windy.

"This had to be work of the Gamemakers," Talon utters.

"Probably. They have to keep the Games interesting since no one died yesterday," Saffra adds.

I thought I was the only that viewed the Capitol that way. We sit in our shelter all morning waiting for the wind and rain to die down. About three hours later, the wind is still blowing and the rain is still coming down. The gusts become harsher by the second.

"What's that sound?" Saffra yells. I've heard of these things before. They occur during bad storms and heavy winds.

"A tornado," I breathe with disbelief.

"We need to get out of here now. We need to head in whatever direction the Gamemakers want us too," Talon yells. It's getting hard to hear one other now.

We get out of the shelter and I can't believe my eyes. There are at least four tornadoes in the little area we are in.

"Look, over there," I say pointing toward the direction of the Cornucopia. It's not raining in that direction. We start running as fast and hard as we can.

By now we're soaked to the bone and cold. There is debris flying all around us. I'm glad that I chose to train on the obstacle course now. The running and dodging is really coming in handy. Without the training, I would surely be in much worse condition than I am now.

The wind is so strong, even still, as we're walking away from it. We all are barely able to stand. Saffra can barely move. She's too light and the wind is pushing her back. Talon has to stand behind her and keep her forward. A strong gust of wind knocks me down and I can't regain my feet. It doesn't take long for Talon and Saffra to be out of sight.

I must have hit my head when I got knocked back because I feel disoriented. How I didn't feel it, I haven't the slightest clue. When I'm able to stand, I have to grasp a nearby tree. I'm woozy. Has Talon noticed I'm gone? I reach my hand to the back of my head and find it covered in blood. This is bad. Tornadoes are all around me, my head is wounded, and I can barely walk. I start in the direction that we were headed in before I fell. At least I think it's the same direction.

I clumsily tread for about a half hour and fall to my knees. I'm too dizzy. All of the sudden the world becomes wobbly, as if it's spinning around me, tilting and trembling. Despite the freezing rain, I feel queasy and hot.

What is happening, I wonder.

I can't get my vision to stop blurring. Dark spots are slowly creeping their way into my sight and before I know it I hit the ground.

I wake up with an immense headache and no clue of the time. How long was I out? A day, two, maybe three? Is Talon trying to find me? So many questions flood my head at once.

I certainly lost a substantial amount of blood. I'm lucky not to have bled out, or that no one found me. Did anyone die while I was unconscious? Let's see...there are fourteen left, I think. At least there were before I passed out.

I carefully stand and survey the area. It's clear that I went in the wrong direction. This is nowhere near the Cornucopia. In fact, it's just about the complete opposite. It's not beautiful at all. It's wet, very wet. It feels like I'm walking on a sponge and there's a heavy fog all around me. It hinders my field of view and I almost run into several trees and vines since the visibility is so poor. The stench is awful. I can't wait to get out of here. Being in this haze makes me feel vulnerable. I turn around and start in the direction I came from...however many days ago.