The Tribute From the Ocean (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction)

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I had exactly one minute to decide what I wanted to do, but I didn't have a choice anyway. Careers head headfirst into the bloodbath as will I.

I search the circle of tributes and find Brandon two people down from me. He nods toward the middle and I nod back at him.

I thought it had been a minute already when an explosion sounded. I flinch as I look to the empty plate beside of me, leaving no gap between me and Brandon now. I can't help but want to cry a little. That the person beside of me that I now, couldn't even remember their name.

I hear the loud gong and jump but sprint to the middle. I grab the biggest backpack I find and find Brass and Candy are beside me, there to back me up.

A girl ran for the cornucopia. If she didn't look so harmless I wouldn't have felt as bad when I shot her through the head.

Brass doesn't hold back as he shoves a knife into a boy I don't recognized head. Soon, all of the careers are at the cornucopia along with plenty others, ready for blood. The Tribute from seven somehow got two axes and swung them carelessly with his fingers.

I didn't care, I knew together we could kill him, but he kept dodging the knives that we threw. The worst part was Brandon was behind him.

I throw a knife I grabbed and found all my strength to stab it into his foot. He yelps and starts to run off.

Brass starts after him but Juvel stops him.

"Pointless." She says. "He'll probably bleed out or someone else will find him and we need to set up our camp." I look at everyone. We were all still here, even Gunner.

"What're we planning for our camp?" I ask.

"Inside the cornucopia." She boasts. "Already sheltered and it's not like anyone dares to come near us anyway."

We all just shrug and start to gather the scattered supplies.
"Put everything you find in the cornucopia." Juvel voice rings loudly. I pick up knives, spears, sheets of plastic, and bags of food and toss it into the cornucopia. I lean by the boy Brass killed he was laying atop a rolled up sleeping bag. I push him off it and gather the bundle in my arms.

We had food wrapped in a blanket in one corner of the cornucopia and beside of that, they had brought a short broken log in and stabbed knives into it, apparently to keep them safe. Spears were stuck in the top and one bow lay on the ground. Blankets were spread out on the ground too keep the cold metal of the cornucopia from freezing us tonight.

"You." Juvel pointed to Wali and then Gunner and then Brandon. "Go collect rocks to make a fire pit. And dead branches."

After a moment we just sit there, doing nothing. I wasn't even that hungry yet.

Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom

Eleven dead. Thirteen left. Almost half the tributes gone in one night, one from my own hands.

"We did good." Brass says aloud as he sorts some of the supplies. I shudder. How many deaths were at the hands of the careers? At the hands of only seven of us?

Soon, the three were back with their arms full of rocks and dead branches. They took a few more trips out, mostly for more wood and after, we had enough to make a fire.

I was surprised how relaxed it was with the careers. How easygoing. Maybe it was because of the overabundance of supplies and food.

I can't say I hated all of these people, because I'd be lying. I can't say I trusted them either. Not all of them anyway. We sat there eating whatever we please and drinking it of the bottles of water we collected from the backpacks. There was the one thing we had no abundance of.

We needed more water, but what we had would do till morning.

"Who wants to take first watch?" Juvel asks.

"I can do it." I tell her. I didn't want to be so under-defended while they could be planning my murder.

"I will too." I look over at Candy and smile.  At least I'd have some company.

Everyone went off to delegate corners and walls of the cornucopia with their own blankets. Candy and I sat at the edge of the cornucopia, barely inside it.

"I wonder who it'll be in the end." I whisper into the darkness.

"I want to win, I just don't like the idea of being rewarded for killing so many people. Don't you think it's odd?" She asks me.

"This whole thing is. It's the new world. No escaping it now." I tell her.

"I hope it's not us in the end. I don't want it to me any of us. We were all allies once, I mean I just don't think it's right." She seemed so innocent.

"I know. If something happens to me and the other Tribute from my district, win." Maybe the idea of another career especially from such a wealthy district winning wasn't ideal, but she was my friend. "Just for me."

"Okay." She promises. "The same for me?"

"Of course."

And there was my first real promise. The one I'll try my hardest to keep.