The morning was hot. The nights were cold. The fear was unimaginable and you were running from people who wanted you dead.. Yep, that was your district. District Six. And that's why when you were called for The Hunger Games.. You thought, why the hell not? Wouldn't be any different from home.

You volunteered as tribute for the male representative, saving the guy's life. He was a scrawny fella, probably couldn't outrun anyone.. So, you took it on. Your family couldn't afford to feed as many mouths as they already had. As the weeks passed and you trained, you felt ready entering that Arena.

Until you realized that everyone had gone in different directions and you were completely alone. You stayed in a grassy area, trees which were thick to act as a sort of barrier. The things you cooked were quick, away from any large opening so you couldn't get spotted while having a fire. The last candidate that had used a fire during the night was killed by a couple assholes who didn't know kid from killing.

Everything was fine. You were safe. Until you woke up to someone stealing your supplies. The boy from District Eleven.. Thresh, Was his name. You'd met him at training.

He was now tied to a tree after you knocked him out from behind. He didn't seem very happy about it.

“Seriously, Man– If you're not gonna kill me, why tie me up?!” He yelled, squirming against the bark. You were sitting on a stump, watching him.