One Lucky Winner

Chapter 68 ~ Tony

Day 7
4:07 PM

I power up the suit. "Jarvis, what are we at for power?"

"Battery is critically low at 7%," he says to me.

I curse. There has to be something I can do about this. I really wish my sponsors would send me some kind of power bank so I could recharge my suit. I've been asking them all morning and afternoon, but I haven't got anything yet. Once the suit dies, I'm not going to survive. I have nothing else.

I shut down the suit and watch it bundle up in the brief case. I stand up, pick it up, and continue walking.

My stomach growls. I haven't had anything to eat since 9 AM yesterday, when I found some homely berries. I need to find Peeta. He has all the supplies and food. If I find Peeta, I could win. I'd have weapons and food, and I'm a naturally good fighter so the other tributes wouldn't be a problem. I could go back to Pepper if I could only find Peeta.

I decide to let go of finding Peeta for now and try to find some supplies. All I have is my suit. It's going to die today. After the suit's gone, I'll have absolutely nothing. Either I'm going to find and kill Peeta, or I'm going to have to steal from someone else. The second choice is more do-able.

I stumble along, feeling light headed. My head is pounding with a migraine, and I feel like I have no energy. I need food. I've never been this hungry in my life. I need to find Peeta or someone else to steal from now.

I regret not learning any survival skills in the training center. All I cared about then was showing off to other people. But it's biting me back now. Who knows where I would be if I had all of these skills?

I drop the suit and lean against a tree, panting. I've only walked a few feet and I'm already exhausted. I might not be able to go any farther. I'm so tired...I wonder if I'd even wake up if I went to sleep right here. I try to perk myself up; I'm already half asleep.

I suddenly hear voices. I'm too tired to make out the words, but I spring into panic. I dive to the snow, thankful for an excuse to lay down. I roll under some huge bushes. The sticks scratch my face.

I know, I'm not the type of person to hide. But I'm barley awake and I have no weapons to fight with, so I don't really have a choice.

Two people walk by. I can only see their shoes, which are just two pairs of boots. One of them has a limp. They're in a deep conversation about God knows what. I notice both voices are accented, as if they came straight out of London. I closely watch the boots, until they stop up ahead.

I slowly peek my head out and see those two people: that Harry Potter dude and that smart chick, the one with the curly hair. Or, at least it used to be curly. It's flat and frizzy now. She's the one I fought yesterday, when I set more fires. She was with two different boys then; I wonder what happened. For some reason I'm very curious.

Harry is digging through a bag and the chick is standing there holding a gigantic box. I notice she also has a bag. They look like they have a lot of supplies. Perfect. I'll steal from them.

Then I see it; Cap's shield. Tucked under Harry's arm. It makes me freeze with shock. How does he have it? Last time I saw it, it was in Bilbo's hands. How'd it end up with Harry? I want it. I need to get it back.

Harry pulls out a water bottle from the bag and hands it to the girl. His bag is big, probably filled of everything I need. I'll steal that and the shield.