When I awake, I find myself laying next to a odd outfit and a note. The note said:

"This is what you will wear in the Hunger Games. Meet you by the hovercraft landing plot at about 9:00."

I change and check in on Max. He wears a tight plain sap green T-shirt that compliments his eyes, a black belt with several pockets and pouches, and camouflage military cargo pants that come in and wrap around the ankle. I wear the same exact thing, and we both have short black boots. Max doesn't really talk much on the walk; he mostly just fiddles with his fingers. I sigh and crouch down. "Max, listen. Don't be afraid. You have me and Ash. We will make sure you get home back to Savanna, no matter what it takes.

He nods and we board the hovercraft. I am strapped in next to Max and Thorn. Every male wears the same thing as Max and every female wears what I am wearing. We sit in District order: female than male, which means that the poor District 5 boy was wedged in between the crazy District 5 girl and creepy Sparrow. I was still observing the high tech hovercraft as a female peacekeeper walks onto a small step stool and announces that she will be injecting trackers into our arms and whatnot. She eventually gets to me and I don't flinch as she shoves the needle into my arm. She moves on to Max, who doesn't even notice that he was getting a shot. After about 15 minutes, the hovercraft started to descend and came to a complete stop. We got off and were shoved into different small quarantine. I meet Shade, Athens, and Georgia down in the quarantined room and they greet me. Shade does my hair into a ponytail.

The robotic voice begins the countdown in a steady tone. I hug everyone and slowly walk across the room to the tube. "30 seconds until takeoff," the voice bellows. I sigh and step inside the tube. I wave goodbye to them and shed a tear as I start to lift up.

The darkness fades into a deep blue and sunshine fills my eyes. I look behind me, only to see a dazzling countryside. Besides that, all the tributes are engulfed in a perfect ring of water. The pedestals to the cornucopia is only water and a few rocks as barriers, but besides that the rest of the arena is just a countryside. I spot a few horses grazing around, and I know that they are not Capitol mods because they actually graze, unlike the horse mods I saw a few years ago. I find Max panicking 8 pedestals to my right, Ash prepping 4 pedestals to my left, and Sparrow smiling next to me. I get into a running position and crack my knuckles.
BOOM!
Someone fell off the pedestal. I ignore the huge hovercraft come in. When it leaves, the countdown continues.
10.....9....8....7.....6......5......4......3......2.....1....0!

BANG!

The gong blasts and I dive into the water. I immediately start to stroke forward. When I get up to breath, I see Max struggling to swim. It seems odd because Max is an excellent swimmer. He won 9 gold trophies in swimming competitions. Then, I see Thorn emerge out of the water. He is dragging Max by the collar. Max's eyes are closed, and his mouth is open. He can't be dead already! NO! In rage, I BOOK IT down the rocks to the horn and meet Ash. I see Max's body limp, on top of a crate. Ash throws me a knife and I catch it, thanking her silently. She smiles back and continues to grab weapons. I tap Thorn on the back. By the time he whips his head around, I am grasping his throat. He silently struggles as I close my grip on his vein. My hands become tighter every second in pure anger. "Is. He. Dead." I growl. Thorn struggles to speak, his face becoming pale. "I SAID, IS HE DEAD?" I yell. "I WILL RELEASE YOU AS SOON AS YOU TELL ME!" I shout. He gulps in pain. I know he can't do it. "Its now or never Thorn. Tell me or die." I firmly mutter. He shakes his head. "So he's not dead?" I ask.

"No...he....just...p-p-passed..o-o-out...." he manages. "Now...release...m-m-me...." he finishes.

"I immediately let go and sprint toward Ash. She holds Max in her arms. I whisper for her to run, and she does. I grab a large pack I see near the rocks and I also take a handful of knives set on a table. As I turn around to run, I see Sparrow smiling with an axe in her grip. I decide to risk it and run. I move so fast that she can't aim at me for more than a second. I soon realize that I cannot run like this forever, so I spot a majestic, Friesian horse with dark fur that was like the coal that Savanna used whenever she cooked something. Her long mane was curly and her tail was wavy. She had fur on her ankles too. When she saw me running for dear life, she stopped eating and bent down. I jumped onto her back and she started running toward a small hut in the distance. I turn around to see if Sparrow was following us, but all she did was throw a knife at us. The knife immediately punctured the horse's leg, and the horse let out a pitiful noise. I gasp and get off the horse. The poor animal is panting in pain. I search through my bag, and I find a roll of gauze and one FULL water canteen. I can't waste the water, but the horse needed it more than I did at the moment. I dump the water into a small plastic bowl I found in the bag and fill another bowl with some berries I found near me. I give both bowls to the horse and wrap the wound securely, even though I cringe when I saw the crimson leak through the bandage. After she finished, I pack the bowls and the canteen up again. We slowly walk to the hut, step by step.

Hopefully we make it.