The Hunger Games Katniss Everdeen Blogs

There's Nothing Better than a Cup of Water and a Nice, Warm...FIRE!!!

It's only one day into the Hunger Games, and things are definitely getting heated. You've probably all seen by the thousands of tiny cameras hidden in the arena that Peeta has allied with the Career tributes.

I was sleeping in a nice willow tree when a tribute starting a fire woke me up. First of all, who stars are fire in the middle of the night? Didn't that tribute know that the smoke would attract unwanted attention? The smoke from the fire attracted the Career tributes, and they quickly attacked the person who started the fire. I was concealed within the flowing branches of the tree, so I was safe.

I heard a familiar voice coming from the group of tributes, and I almost fell off of the tree branch when I realized that it was from Peeta. I felt betrayal flare within me, and I realized that perhaps the reason why my relationship with Peeta was so complicated was because he had planned to kill me as soon as we got into the arena. But that doesn't entirely make sense. Peeta told all of Panem that he had a crush on me in his interview. So why did he side with the Careers? Maybe him siding with the Careers was all some clever scheme. It's possible that he secretly isn't on their side and only joined them to get information. Or, the Careers could only be keeping him alive with them because they think that he knows where I am.

Perhaps everyone watching this knows where Peeta is from the other cameras in other parts of the arena, but as for me, I have no clue as to his whereabouts. As soon as I was sure the Careers and Peeta were far away from my willow tree, I got up and moved in the opposite direction from them.

I had set snares the day before, and I was relieved to see that they had caught a rabbit. At first, I was hesitant to eat it. But I soon let my hunger get the better of me. I just hope that the game here is safe to eat. I wouldn't put it past the Gamemakers for them to poison the animals.

Luckily, I didn't have to worry about that. The rabbit tasted fine. I was glad that everyone watching me on their TV screens could see that I knew how to set snares for game. I am able to to feed myself, and because of that reason alone, I know that I have a better chance of survival than several other tributes in this arena.

I spent the most of my second day in the Hunger Games trekking through the woods, chewing on rabbit meat. I was trying to find a source of water, but I couldn't even find a dewdrop. I was seriously starting to get concerned. I had always thought that I would die from some sort of battle wound. I never imagined that it would be from thirst. What was the point of being able to hunt if I couldn't find water?

I felt defeat grip my heart as I sunk to my knees. I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't even get back up when I feel on the ground. But my hands touched something wet and I faintly smelled the scent of pond lilies.

It was water! My spirits raised and I felt like I was on top of the world. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was that I got water into my system. I didn't even care that I was completely vulnerable in my position.

After waiting for the longest half-hour in my life, the drops of iodine that I'd put into the water had finally dissolved and I was able to drink the refreshing liquid. It was the best thing that I'd tasted in my whole entire life.

I climbed a tree, then drifted off into a sweet slumber. I don't know how long it lasted, but it seemed like only a few minutes passed before I was awakened by the pounding of feet against the forest floor. A searing heat pressed against my skin. The woods was on fire!

I ran away, trying desperately to avoid the balls of fire that were smashing into the ground. I knew right away that the Gamemakers had created this fire in order to spice things up in this arena because they were getting too boring.

I couldn't help feeling anger at the Gamemakers. I could die because of their crazy actions. At the press of a button, they could end my life forever. That was so unfair, I thought as I dodged fireballs. But I knew that I would rather it be me burning to death in the arena than Prim. The thought of her being charred to a crisp pumped my blood and gave me strength. I needed to to get away from the fire, for Prim's sake. I ran faster and faster..

But not fast enough to avoid the fireball that seemed to collide with the ground before making painful contact with my calf. My leg burned with the flames, and I quickly rolled on the ground to try to put it out. I also, quite stupidly, ripped away the part of my pants that was on fire, causing my hand to burn up, too.

I finally managed to drag myself away from the fire and toward a pool of fresh water. I sank into the pool, letting the water work its way into my wounds.

I must go now. I need to check over my burns and hopefully get out of plain sight before another tribute finds me.