When the countdown stops, when the games begin, I'll run into the cornucopia. 

This is what I decide I'll do. I'm fast, I can make it there quickly. 

And if I get a weapon, even one I don't know how to use, like a bow and arrow, even the sharp tip of an arrow might be helpful to slit someone's throat with. 

The number one flashes in front of me, and then a cannon goes off and I'm running towards the cornucopia. 

I rush in and grab a backpack, sliding it over my shoulder and securing it to protect my back. 

Then I grab a huge battle ax that was lying next to me and run for the nearby woods. 

I now realize I didn't describe the arena yet, so I'll say it now:

It's a forest. An endless forest, that seems to go on forever. It seems cold here, and I can feel snow landing on my head, my backpack. 

Soon the whole landscape will be covered in the freezing stuff, making it impossible to survive if you don't know how to make a fire.

Thankfully, I do. 

I'm about halfway to the woods when someone grabs my shoulder. 

I twist and instinctively slam my ax into their skull. I don't regret the instinct. I want everyone here dead, one way or another.

Their body falls to the ground, and I only have a second to register it's the other boy from my district, Adair, before I'm running again.

Right as I make it to the trees, an arrow shoots past my head, just barely missing me. I would grab it, but it flies into some sort of bush and I don't want to try my chances here. 

The greenery might be deadly, too. As deadly as the tributes, if the gamemakers are feeling mean. 

I run until I can no longer hear the screams. Then I walk. And walk. And walk, until I find a small stream to it by. 

I'm shivering. It's freezing here, no doubt about it. But I still think I can survive, so I open my backpack.

I find some good things: a small loaf of bread, a collection of arrows, and a length of rope. 

Sad. I'd wished that there would be something to keep me warm in there. 

I walk along the river until I find a small cave, sheltered from the wind and snow. 

Inside it's small but cozy, especially when I arrange my things in it.

I'd start a fire, I know that I can, but the career pack is most likely hunting tributes right now and I definitely don't want them to find me. I'd be dead before you could say 'eliminated'.

Maybe if I climb a tree it'll be warmer there, where I could still see the sun. 

But then of course, it'll be night soon. There's no use for it then, when I could easily fall out of my tree and land 50 feet below on the frozen ground. 

Plus, the trees must be slippery with ice and snow by now, when it's been snowing for a few hours. 

Altogether, it's too dangerous. So I stay in my cave. It's not very warm here, but I find a few leaves to cover the entrance and trap in heat. They also hide it somewhat, so that's good. 

I'm still processing what's happened. The games started. I'm in the Hunger Games, in the arena. It seems like the past few days have passes in minutes. 

I got my first kill. Adair, the boy from my district. My district partner. 

I don't want to think about that.

After another hour of planning ahead on what my strategy might be and feeling like I'm turning into an ice cube, I start to nod off. 

I don't know if this is good. If I sleep I might never wake up, might die in my sleep from the cold. 

But I'm so tired, and being up tomorrow with no sleep might be even worse, if I pass out in the snow.

And so I slump against the cave wall, curling into a ball to conserve heat, and let myself lose consciousness.