I awoke to the sound of rustling leaves.
I looked over and Sabrina's head popped out of the bush. She was dragging herself throught the woods, unable to walk because of her injury.
I glanced ahead of her and saw that my empty pack and the crate with the parcel were sitting by the trunk of another tree.
I watched in silence as she dragged the bag and crate over.
She went through the pack, only finding the wrappers of my food and medicine packs.
As she picked apart the bag, images started flashing through my mind.
Me and Brent having the feast the night before he died. The wrapper of the last thing I had to eat. The bows and arrows that I failed to use.
She finally moved from the pack, to the crate.
She quickly located the parcel and began to unwrap it.
I knew what was in there, nightlock.
Nightlock.
Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw them.
She grasped them in her hands and stared at them in awe.
I could not believe her.
She lacked key knowledge in these games.
She titlted her head back and opened her mouth.
She dropped the berries in and started chewing.
Her hands rose to her neck.
Her pupils became bigger.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
Dead.
She was dead.
I was the last one standing.
I was going home.
The ground began to rumble and a helicopter appeared above me, taking her away.
The capitol anthem started playing.
The seal appeared in the sky.
A voice boomed through the arena.
President Brownsman.
'Congrats tribute. You are the victor of the 75th annual Hunger Games."
THE END
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Remember The Games - A Modern Day Hunger Games
FanfictionJune Brinley had been living in District 12 for the past few years and she was just starting to get used to things, until a change of Presidents cause the Hunger Games to be brought back. Follow her as she ventures into the world of The Hunger Games
