One Lucky Winner

Chapter 33 ~ Thor

Day 2
2:47 AM

Our supplies are endless, it seems. Steve and I got done sorting our stuff a bit ago, while Tony searched for water. We took everything out of the bags and sorted the supplies in piles; food, winter gear, first aid, and so on. It makes our cornucopia more organized.

We have everything expect one, crucial survival product: water. Tony found none. We planned to look for some tomorrow.

I pick up a pair of gloves from the winter gear pile. I put those on and exit the cornucopia. I sit down by the campfire Steve built. It's cold outside. We got cocky before the games and didn't bring our big winter coats; just our jackets. I'm regretting it now.

"Jarvis, give me tonight's weather," Tony suddenly says, looking up at the sky. His suit is sitting next to him.

"Severe thunderstorms starting at approximately three AM. Chance of precipitation 100%."

"Well, there we go. There's our water," Tony says. "Good thing we have shelter."

"It feels cold enough to snow," Steve says.

"Jarvis, what's the temperature?" Tony says.

"37 degrees Fahrenheit."

"So freezing rain, then," Steve says with a sigh.

"What time is it?" I ask Jarvis.

"2:48 AM," he says.

"We better get inside before the rain hits," Steve says, standing up.

"I'll stay out here until the rain comes down," Tony tells Steve and I. "Then I'll take watch from inside."

"Okay. Wake me up later. I'll take a shift," Steve says. I'm surprised to see them getting along.

"Yep. I'm gonna grab a snack first." He follows Steve and I into the cornucopia.

I grab a blanket from the blanket pile and lay it on the grass, as my 'bed'. Steve does the same.

"Guys," Tony says, looking around the piles of supplies.

"What?" Steve says.

"Have you seen these those three backpacks of food that were right here, before you emptied the bags?" He gestures to an empty spot on the grass.

"I don't recall," I say.

"There's plenty of other food. Just grab something else," Steve grouches.

"There were three bags of food here..." Tony mumbles as he looks for them. "Now they're gone..."

"We probably just emptied them along with the others," Steve says, annoyed.

"No...the backpacks were bright blue." Tony points to the pile of empty backpacks. "I don't see three large bright blue backpacks in there."

This concerns me suddenly. These backpacks really are missing. I wouldn't care if it was any other supplies, but this is food. It's crucial. We need to find them. I'm not going to let three bags just go missing. "I'll look outside," I say as Steve rolls his eyes.

I get outside and look all around the cornucopia and our campfire, and find nothing. This concerns me even more.

I look around at the area before me in the dark. All around the cornucopia is neatly cut grass for about 200 meters. Then the grass cuts off, and there's a thick treeline, made entirely of pine trees. The woods begin. The cornucopia stands in the middle. All I can hear is the crackle of the fire. Besides that, I hear nothing. It's dead quiet. It's as if there isn't 15 other tributes out there.