The Foe

Day Two

I fall asleep and dream about the Panem citizens watching me die, my sisters' heads buried in my parents' chests, tears streaming down my parents face, Blair's unspoken sorrow, and the delight of the Capitol citizens who long to see more brutal murders. After what feels like two minutes I am shaken awake by Daisy. "Hey, Johanna? It's morning we need to eliminate some competition." I sigh and sit up. I reach into my pack and grab two crackers, a slice of cheese, and a strip of beef jerky. I slowly eat, trying to be as quiet as I can as to not attract anyone. When I finish eating I grab my axe and my knifes and strap my pack around my shoulders and Daisy and I hop down from the tree and hit the hard dirt. We decide we're going to target the Careers first. We walk north for about 2 hours in the jungle terrain and spot a hill. We look around and Daisy runs up to the top of the hill and looks around. "They're at the bottom of this hill, there are 4 of them." Daisy and I sneak over to their camp, I hear a twig snap under my feet and a girl tribute snaps her head over to me. She gets up and starts chasing us spears in hand. A spear sticks into my leg and I find myself unable to move it, I cry out as I feel myself being lifted, I look down and realize I'm in Daisy's arms. I hear footsteps behind us and I see the female from district 4 chasing us, I grab my axe and without a second thought I throw it at her. I hear a quick high pitched scream and a cannon blast, I jump down and limp over to her lifeless body, grab my axe, close the 17 year old girl's eyes, and tell hr family watching that I'm sorry. Daisy runs back to me and pulls the spear out of my knee but we don't have any bandages, right as I'm about to rip my tank top a silver parachute comes floating down I grab it and see what's inside. I peer for awhile at the bandages, and remember Blair watching over me. As Daisy bandages up my leg to absorb the blood swiftly trickling out of my wound I look up onto the sky hoping a camera captures my face. "Thank you Blair." When my leg is all wrapped up we decide to make camp nearby, but far enough away so that the girl's body may be retrieved. Another boy runs up, "What the-" he looks over at us "You killed my sister Starr didn't you! You are SO dead! I'm gonna give you three seconds before I kill you, slowly. One," we start running, "Two,three" I don't look back but I hear a low grunt, a thud and a cannon. I turn and look at the scene, 4 laying dead on the ground and the back of a knife poking out. I limp over and place him by the girl who was named Starr, I put his hand inside of hers and close them. "Should we make camp or sleep in the trees?"

"Lets make camp we'll keep walking for a bit though."

"Okay its about," I look into the sky, "5:00 lets try and find camp before 7:00." Slowly we walk northwest in hopes to find a shelter. After about an hour we stumble upon a small cave, knives out and ready to strike we slowly pace into the cave and find a 17 year old girl who pulls out a bow. "Woah woah woah, its okay we don't wanna hurt you! We just wanted to camp, we have food and weapons, we can team up," I start, the girl makes a motion beckoning us forward cautiously we approach her and put our weapons down, my heart rate returns to a healthy level when she does the same.

"Sure. I'm Emory, from 11." Daisy and I introduce ourselves and we build a fire. "Let's get to know each other, we'll tell a bit about ourselves. I'll start, I have 4 younger brothers and a 2 month old sister, I work as in irrigation, and do all the shopping for my siblings and parents."

"Well," Daisy croaks out, "my parents died in an accident when I was 7 and I was raised by my older sister, she died when I was 10, since then I've been avoiding going to the orphanage by hiding out and getting leftovers from my merchant friends." Just as I start to tell my story the anthem begins to show I peek my head out and see Starr, 4, the boy from 1, and at the final face my stomach drops.

"What's up?" Daisy sees the horror on my face, and I explain.

"Fredrick died," when I see the confused looks upon their faces I elaborate, "the boy from my district."

"Oh," they both utter.

"Anyway," I sigh, "I have two 4 year old sisters who are twins, I love them more than anything in the world, and my parents, and sometimes when I need to get away I sit under this one tree on top of a hill and I whittle."