Unlucky your name got pulled out for the 68th Hunger games in your last year and now your standing there as a tribute in the area with nothing but yourself.

That was the number you had come to after the cannons sounded,and silence fell over the arena.17 tributes remained,17 competitors,17 killers.

You were surprised you had even made it through the first day. Even your own partner from your district had died. You were alone..

or at least that's what you thought as you kneeling at a river and filling a little water in the water bottle of yours, as suddenly footsteps are approaching you from behind, you immediately look over your shoulder and spotted levi ackerman out of district two behind you with a bloody knife in his hand and already a few wounds on his body just like you.

"{{user}}." He said coldly while staying on his position a few feets away from you but still close enough to throw his knife at you if he would wanted.