It starts out black, fades into a whitish, and I am lifted onto a pressure plate. I am wearing a heavy coat and large boots. Around me are 23 other clueless teenagers and a wide stretch of ice and snow. I spot Max, who is nervously in a ready to run position. I see him and copy his posture. He nods at me and the gong sounds. I sprint very fast, and I reach the cornucopia before most tributes even run a few feet. Thorn is swinging at me with a spear and I thankfully dodge a few times. Ash is in front of him, trying to wrestle the spear out of his arms. By the time I whip my head around, the district 7 girl in sprinting toward me with an axe. She lifts her axe but I run and dodge it by running in the forest behind me. In there, I sit, panting. Suddenly, footsteps approach from behind me and I whip around, only to see a boy collapse. Scared, I run forward until I tumble down a snow pile. I sit there, fazed, when suddenly, painlessly, I also collapse.