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Chapter Nine: The Arena, Where Panic Settles In

Eshan POV
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The games began yesterday. I saw most tributes run into the cornucopia, but four died. As proven by the nightly anthem. I made it out. I was walking through the deep forest that conceals the other tributes from each other, until I heard some rustling in a nearby tree. I look up to see if it's any potentials danger, and I see I glimpse of short blonde hair. Kendley. It doesn't take me long to realize, she's not alone. On the opposite side of the trunk she's on, theres another female. Zyva. They take a while to spot me, but when they do, they kinda start to panic. At least, until I give them three fingers, signaling I mean no harm. They get the sign, and scoot over so I can join them in their high camp. I'm pretty vigilant, so it doesn't take long for me to get up and join them in salvation. They explain to me how they got their, and how their surprised I even survived the bloodbath. Because I'm smart.... duh. We ration our supplies and split it accordingly. Zyva has managed to scavenge iodine, an empty water bottle, a flashlight, and some berries before she left the cornucopia. It's great. After dividing up our supplies, we retire for the night, pulling a couple branches over our bodies to stop other tributes from seeing us.

Eleanor POV
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I ran into the cornucopia, some say it's smart, some say it could cost you your life. Oh well, that's a gamble I was willing to take. I ran in and almost got an axe, but district two knocked it out with a knife in my arm. Ouch. I drop the axe, sighting survival of the fittest, and settle for a pack instead. I rush out as fast as I can, dodging other tributes on my way out, and rush to the far side of the arena. I don't need allays, right? When I make it to a decent clearing, I set down my supplies and call it camp. I take out a thread and needle in the pack I grabbed, and get to work on that knife wound. My needle doesn't seem to work to well, so I put some water on it instead. I'm not a medic, sometimes you just have to risk it. I wake up the next day with a sharp pain in my arm. Worse than before. I see my wound has attracted insects, and there's ants crawling around my cut. I try to brush them off as fast as possible l, but when it fails, u run for water again. I drench my arm, but it fails. It feels horrible, it has to be blood poisoning. After a while, I feel light headed, and before I know it. I'm on the ground. My view fades to darkness. I don't really know what's happening, but I'm sure of one thing. I'll never see district 10 again.