I run straight towards the forest picking up a few things along the way. The closer you get to the cornucopia the better the stuff gets. So while I was quite far away from it, I grabbed a small, thin blanket, but now I'm a bit closer, I pick up a small knife. I'll avoid using it if I can, but it's better to be armed than vulnerable. I keep running and grab a small backpack, hoping for some food but just in case I reach for a green one, which is slightly smaller. A boy five times my size reaches for it, and I let go and sprint away. Let him have it, I think, I'll get more food somewhere else.
I reach the forest and climb as high as I can in tall pine tree. I camouflage my self among the needles. Once I get myself in a safe position, I open my bag. The smallest water bottle I've ever seen, empty and pointless. I hear the sharp snap of a small branch and voices shouting. I cram the water bottle back in my bag and half jump half fall from the tree, twisting my ankle. Trying to ignore the pain, I run as fast as I can, reminding myself that if they catch me, the pain will be much, much worse. I run until I lose them, and even then I don't stop until every part of my aches, and my legs are to weak to support my weight. I try to run further, but my legs collapse and send me tumbling down into a cave. I hit my head on a rock and immediately black out.
I wake and try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my head and I'm forced to lower myself back down. Where am I? I hear a scream and I sink further back into the cave and cover myself in a thin, slightly purple blanket. It looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps it's from home. I shudder at the thought. My older sister shouting at me for reasons I'm unclear of, my mother groaning in her room, with her deep awful cough, a sound that brings fear and sadness. My broken father weeping on the grotty couch. My four younger siblings huddling up to me for safety, for I am their only hope at survival. I must get home to them. Where am I?
The bang of a cannon fills the air and I'm brought back to reality. I'm the games. And I probably have a minor concussion because I just hit my head on a rock. I sit up and this time the pain is smaller, so I wait until it subsides and open my pack. the tiny bottle actually contains some disinfectant liquid. I reach up to scratch my hair and jerk it back down, my head throbbing. I look at my to find it bright red and slick with blood. I grab the bottle and carefully pour some on my head. It stings as it hits the wound, but it will work eventually. I pull a large t-shirt out of my bag. It's several sizes to big, but it'll keep me warm on chilly nights. The t-shirt took up most of the bag and all that's left in it is a small pouch. I open it and find a thin clear rain jacket. It won't do much in the way of warmth, but it'll keep the rain off. I stuff everything back in the bag and put my head on it like a pillow, because I don't want the hard, damp floor of the cave to damage it more. I settle down under my blanket and look up at the mouth of the cave. It's mostly covered by flora, but through a crack I see it is just past midnight. I will rest for a few hours, but then I'll need to find something to eat. I stare up at the roof and slowly drift off.
