Survivor

Chapter 5: The Hunger Games

It was a desert.

The arena was a burning hot desert. So much for a decent arena

Heather found herself between Hudson and the girl from 9, Minty.

Suddenly, there was an explosion. Heather looked at where the female from District 3 used to be. Pretty boy almost fell off his pedestal but he regained his balance. The gong still hadn't gone off, and already a tribute died. This was probably going to be a short Hunger Games. Which was good, the sooner the games were over, the better.

The Cornucopia was a bright pink colour and supplies were spilling out of its mouth. There were all kinds of weapons, survival bags and most importantly, water. Heather knew that she couldn't survive in the desert without these supplies, but she wasn't going to march into the bloodbath.

Then she realized something. After killing the tributes in the bloodbath, the Careers will go hunting for other tributes. Leaving their supplies vulnerable.

The gong sounded.

Heather ran.

Sand was all there was to see, but she still spotted a few plants here and there. Fun fact though, the sand was the same shade as Heather's hair.

She didn't run far from the Cornucopia. Instead, she hid behind the first high mound of sand that came into her sight. She didn't know when the Careers will hunt so she'd have to spy on them for the time being. Sweat started to form around her face from the heat of the sun. Her jacket was attracting the sun's hot rays so she took it off then wrapped its sleeves around her waist.

It's then that she became aware of the fact that her body was displayed on national TV.

Okay, that was exaggerating it. But still, the clothes that she was wearing hugged her body as if it was her second skin. On the bright side, she was in a desert so people could blame her blush on the heat.

Cannons have been going off a few minutes after Heather ran. She was still close to the Cornucopia, and she could hear the cries of agony. A normal person couldn't but Heather used to be blind. Even when she restored her sight back her sense of hearing still surpassed all her other senses.

It was torture. Listening to all the screams and the sound of blades tearing through the human flesh. Heather didn't need to turn around to know what's happening. Her imagination did the job. She sat down, bent her knees, and put her head between them.

The cannon stopped firing. Soon, the sound of hovercrafts was heard, arriving to retrieve the dead bodies.

She knew it was pointless, but she really hoped Blaze was still alive.

Heather sat still, trying to push back the noises she was a victim to earlier. Time became an unknown factor. All she wanted to do was forget. Obliterate the horrors that she was a witness to. Finally, when her mentality developed into a stable cause, she stood up and looked at the Cornucopia.

Blood was splattered all over the ground and so were some of the Careers. She didn't know many died, she wasn't counting how many times the cannon fired.

Lavender and Blue were gathering the supplies. Hudson and the pair from 2 were cleaning gore out of their hands and weapons.

Wait.

Something wasn't right.

Where was Pretty boy?

Now that she thought about it, Pretty boy wasn't always with the Careers. He didn't appear to be close with them during the training sessions either. Heather went through her memories and recalled the times she caught him hanging out with the boy from District 7. She never cared for that knowledge. Perhaps they have formed an alliance with each other.