You were in the hunger games arena, it was only the third day but 9 of the 24 tributes were dead. You came from district 12 with a 13 year old but he's already gone. You were completely alone. Or so you thought. You're high in a tree getting ready to sleep after doing an inventory check. Until you see a boy about your age. He's silently moving through the woods, the only reason you noticed is because of the moon reflecting crimson on his leg, blood. He crashes into the leaves below, pulling branches over him at a sad attempt at camouflage. You hear him drift off