The odds were against her. That’s what had been going through her head since the cornucopia.

This time, due to the Quarter Quell, there were double the tributes. That meant {{user}} had to survive 47 other tributes to survive. Too bad she had no allies, and no food or water.

As she made her way through the wooded area, she felt something grab her arm. It was too quick for her to get her knife, but when she turned, she saw the district 12 boy.

“It’s alright, I don’t want to hurt you.”