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Bloodbath Entries: Females

Alessandra Armando - District One

Sixty agonizing seconds  until we can fight; sixty seconds before every one rushes to the golden  horn that's over flowing with things that could provide me life here,  weapons, food, water, shelter, matches. Right in front of me is a small  two-pint water bottle; I'm defiantly going to get that. We are  underground in a cave, but not just one cave probably many. I can't see  anything, not even an opening to another cave behind the tributes in  front of me. To my left and right are two tunnels leading to who knows  where, but for some reason my gut is telling me to go to the right. I am  stronger and faster than most of the tributes, so I probably can make  it to the cornucopia before they do. Then something spots my eye. A vest  filled with about twenty knives lies only a few yards in front of me.  It's mine I think as I position myself towards it. I take a final glance  at the tributes around me. Greyson is two tributes to my right, and  Samuel is four to my left. Sharpe is nowhere in sight. The gong rings,  the noise bouncing off the cave walls. I sprint towards the knives. On  my way I grab the water bottle and a small pack, which I shove into the  pocket of my jacket. I'm one of the first tributes at the horn. In one  swift movement I grab the knives and fasten the vest on me. All of a  sudden I hear the heavy footsteps of a tribute behind me. Out of  instincts I spin around and throw a knife at the unlucky tribute. The  girl coughs and out comes a fountain of blood. I run to retrieve my  knife out of the girl's chest. I recognize her, Cora from District 3 I  just killed her. A gut-wrenching scream fills the cave. I look over and n  shock I see that the District 11 boy is battling Samuel for a backpack,  and the District 11 boy has the upperhand! I throw the knife I just  retrieved from the girl at him and it whizzes by and hits the boy  straight in the temple, and he falls down dead.

I sprint over to the boy  and take the knife out of his skull. Samuel grabs the pack and nods at  me. I take that as a sign of thanks. The little ten-year-old girl from  ten is a few yards behind me. "I have nothing against her. I'll just  hurl a knife at her and let her do the dirty work," I think. I throw a  knife at her and unfortunately for her it hits her straight in the back.  She falls on the cold cave ground in a pool of her own blood. I take  her backpack and head back to the cornucopia. "One less tribute to  face," I think to myself.

The fighting is still  going on. The clash of swords fills the cave. Bodies of dead tributes  are scattered around the cornucopia. I keep running around the  cornucopia, gathering tools and supplies for my fellow allies. A large  sized backpack lies just afew feet in front of me. The boy from 12, Ren,  reaches for the pack at the same time I do. At first it was a simple  tussle for the pack, but then it turned into a full out brawl. Ren threw  fist after fist at me, but I dodged everyone. That's when he threw a  punch unexpectedly at my face. He hit me straight in the jaw. I held my  jaw as the pain spread through my body. That's when he lunged me taking  me down and hitting the cave floor. I lifted him of me and put him in a  headlock. "This is what you get for messing with me!" I say as I run the  tip of the blade up his throat. That's the end of the boy from twelve. I  grab the pack and sprint to the cornucopia and drop it off with the  rest of the stuff.Felticka happens to be digging through the pile of  goodies. She gasps when she hears my footsteps behind her. Her bright  green eyes widen as my knife enters her stomach. I drag her body out of  the horn and toss it with the rest.The fighting is finally dying down.  Most of the tributes lie on the ground lifeless. Their hollow eyes stare  at the cave ceiling.

Meredy, the girl from  six just picked up a backpack and is running towards the right tunnel. I  toss a knife at her and she falls down. I take the orange pack from her  lifeless body and put it with the rest. Samuel, Greyson, and Sharpe are  in the mouth of the horn, just like we planed. Samuel has some blood  splattered across his left shoulder; Greyson has a long cut down his arm  with blood oozing out. , and Sharpe is digging around in a medical  pact, probably looking for supplies to help Greyson's arm. Somehow she  managed to stay blood free. "Ready?" I ask. We each fling a few packs  onto our shoulders, put some supplies in our pockets. "We are now,"  Sharpe smirks. With Samuel leading the way, we head to the right tunnel.