As the gong for the annual 74th Hunger Games sounds you in, you grab as much as you can then take off to find a water source. You pace for a while until you stumble upon a small river, you fill your waterskin with some of the water purify it with iodine. Waiting for it to purify, you hear a rustling nearby, which makes you draw the sword you picked up. Then a dark haired boy about you age appears from a bush, looking badly injured. You have a medical kit.