Arena (4)

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I was dark and I could not see. The cornucopia was only dimly lit and illuminated the room with gentle touches of light from here to there. Mostly shadows surrounded us. The countdown began with a female voice catching me off guard. She spoke in only monotone which suggested that she was a robot rather than a actual human.

When it got down to the last few seconds, I was more nervous than before. I was going to die here. I know it. The careers would take me out if not Adam himself. Or maybe Dayta or Kai would. I'm scared.

Then it began. I lunged myself into utter darkness. Where was Adam? I can't afford to go alone. I'll surely die. I run to the cornucopia where I expect to find Adam. He is not there. I watch tributes be slaughtered all around me. I have to get out of her.

I run in the opposite direction. I stay close to the wall of torches so I can see. Is Adam dead? His stupidity was bound to get him killed. But I can't afford to go alone. But I have no choice. I must tread on. That's exactly what I do.

I take turn after turn in these stone hallways. I then see that there is no point. The Capitol has designed this perfectly. No escape. I come to a dead end. I sit and ponder. Will I ever find Adam? Is he already dead?

My stomach growled with hunger. What will I do about food and water? I couldn't survive without that. I curled into a ball in an effort to get my mind off of it. In the process, I fell into a deep, dangerous sleep from which I did not awaken from until the next morning.

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