Trapped into the Hunger Games

The 74th Annual Hunger Games

a/n: Bacccck. I dont have much to say about this chapter so read on! 

After the gong struck, I panicked and everything was happening at once.

I tried to catch a glipse of Peeta, but he was gone, and so I ran too, and tried to get the nearest backpack which was about 3 yards away until I saw another guy running at the same thing.

I screamed and quickly grabbed the straps of the bookbag but the guy tackled me to the ground. He had a sharp edged knife and was about to stab me with it until he his face turned into the ugliest shocked face I've ever seen. Also, he coughed up blood on my face. Ew!

Then I realized the somebody killed him. Before he could kill me. 

I mentally thanked that person.

I quickly threw that guy off of me and ran into the forest that surrounded the Cornucopia hoping that the person that killed that guy wasn't after me too.

Even though I was thankful for that person, I wasn't about to let him/her kill me too.

When I reach the edge of the forest, I glace back to see a several people already dead. 

I gulped and ran to the nearest and tallest tree and attempt to climb it. 

Luckily, back in my college, there was this Elm tree that My sisters would meet up. When my sisters were running late, I would attempt to climb the tree. After a lot of practices and scrapes on my hands, I was able to reach the peak and it was the best feeling ever, in my whole entire life. Then I would keep climbing it over and over and over again, until I memorized which branch that was sturdy, and which branch wasn't.

Unfortunatly for me, it wasn't the same tree that I've always climbed so I stumbled a bit. 

But as I heard a few cracking of twigs, I freaked out and didn't care about how hurt my hands would be and which bugs would eat off the flesh of my hands.

I kept climbing until I was somewhat out of sight. I sighed in relief as a tribute ran pass the tree that I was in. 

Good thing I wasnt in sight.. I thought

 I opened my backpack and i find one thin black sleeping bag that reflects body heat, a pack of crackers, a pack of dried beef strips, a bottle of iodine, a box of wooden matches, a small coil of wire, a pair of wierd looking sunglasses, and a half-gallon plastic bottle with a cap.

Well that should be it.. 

As I put the contents back into the bag, I hear a few cannons and see the dead tributes.

I sigh in sorrow, feeling bad for these people. Never had a chance..

Suddenly I'm hit by a wave of thirst and hunger. 

I knew I should've ate more before! I thought

I gulp and get on my feet. 

I need weapons.. Weapons.. Weapons..

I grab a small but sharp branch out of the tree that i was in and sharpened it a bit.

I pray that nobody will come in between my way and my destination to find a pond or a lake nearby. 

After all.. not everybody wants to kill me. I think...

I sigh and walk as quietly as possible. 

Suddenly I hear a rustle of leaves and throw my sharp stick at the direction and the rustle stopped.

When I slowly approached the 'thing' and uncover the leaves with my feet.

I gasp when I see a dead squirrel with my stick in the body.