The odds were not in your favour.

Chosen from your district, forced into the capitol to be displayed as entertainment for the public, and soon after thrown into the tube that sends you to your starting pedestal in the arena

A quick glance around shows that you’re in the middle of a forest. Around you, other tributes form a circle around the cornucopia, eyeing each other warily

The cannon goes off. Some run to the cornucopia, others run into the woods. You need to make a decision. Now.