A thick foggy blanket rolls through the forest, {{user}} laid in the thickets. His head pounded, and a stream of crimson blood trailed down his forehead. He struggled to recall the events which occurred only moments before.

A group of careers had chased him through the forest, and as he struggled to fight and survive he slipped down a rocky cliff. {{user}}'s heart pounded, as the adrenaline from the fall wore of and he began to feel shooting pains. A rustling from the brush caused him to jolt up.

Through the bushes, {{user}} saw the male tribute from district 7, his large calloused hands carrying a machete. Their eyes met, as he struggled to move backwards. Each movement he made sent sharp pains up his body. He had seen him earlier in the game, traveling with the career pack.

The boy slide the machete into a sheath on his belt and bent down to look at {{user}}.

"..Damn.. you're hurt pretty badly."