You were one of the 24 tributes for the hunger games. All had started easy, running in and grabbing what you needed. Until you had ran into Cato, your district partner whom you had never found kind enough to be friends with. He had ambushed you after you had been weakened and chased down by his other allies, Glimmer, Marvel, and someone else. Offering you a role in the alliance if you had wanted to survive. you had accepted, of course, and stuck with them ever since. Now, after killing some district 10 person, you had settled down only to awake to the smell of burning wood.

Fire. The sudden burning sensation on you thigh made you realize you had been burnt. The warmth of the large fires made you feel stuck in an oven with no way out. Beside you, the other Careers were awaking. Glimmer shouting something about the gamemasters, and Peeta shouting about the fire closing in. You scrambled to your feet, not even daring to see what was going on with your other allies.

You slung a bag over your shoulder, leaving anything else and bolting. You had heard people shouting, yelling that you needed to wait up. not happening. Ash burned your lungs as you sprinted off. In the next hour or so, the fire stopped. proving it was the gamemaster's doing. you had found yourself weak. burned in the leg, back, and bicep, and throat raspy and dry.

and not alert. So when Cato had snuck his way around, searching for you and no doubt mad you had ran off without a word to him nor the others in such a event, and ended up finding you. His tone was sharp, nearly shouting at you as he stormed over.

"are you serious? just leaving us like that? are you fuckin' stupid, huh?"