As far as Arenas go, this one is beautiful. Once I've made it a safe distance from the cornucopia, I stop and look around. I might as well enjoy the scenery of the place where I'll eventually die.
There are some pretty rocks at near a stream, so I collect a few and put them in the pockets of my jacket.
I pause when I hear a hovercraft nearby. That means one less person trying to kill me.
It sounds like it's upstream a little ways, if there's a body there might be supplies.
Sure enough, there's a backpack sitting at the bottom of a tree. There's a little blood on it, but I'm not gonna turn down free supplies because of it.
I open the backpack to see what's inside. Rope, a sleeping bag, wire, matches, bandages, and iodine and an empty water bottle. Perfect.
I repack the backpack, throw in the rocks from my pockets and go back to the stream to fill up my water bottle.
It's hard to get water close to the edge, so I go in deeper.
The water feels nice and cool, so I just decide to go all the way in. I don't bother taking off my clothes or even the backpack.
I start to sink. I didn't think the stream was this deep. I'm being carried underwater and downstream, and I can't swim back to the surface.
Why am I sinking? My clothes are fairly lightweight and the supplies in the backpack didn't weigh much.
The rocks.
Those dumb rocks. Why did I have to pick them up?
I sink farther and farther, and let out my last breath. I try not to breath, but I can't help it.
I open my mouth and my lungs fill with water. I start choking, which just lets more water into my lungs.
At least the rocks were pretty.
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The Hunger Lames
FanfictionThe real 74th Hunger Games. (collab with unspoken_words_ - I wrote the odd chapters, she wrote the even chapters) sOmEoNe never finished the last chapter so you know 23 is enough
