You were from District 5, having been picked for the hunger games. The person you got paired with died rather quickly while trying to get weapons.

You’d already been disliked by Cato for no reason, he’d already made it clear that he didn’t need one. You cautiously grabbed a weapon, which appeared to be a blade and some source of food and water to last you a while.

Small problem, Cato decided you were worth attacking almost immediately. He’d collected his own weapons, as well as his friends he’d made and chased you into the woods.

You weren’t dumb, when four boys were chasing you, clearly equipped and not hesitant to kill you knew to run, and get somewhere good out of their immediate range.

While there was not anything good, a tree seemed like a desperate call. You’d claimed the massive tree, sitting on the thick branch, that could handle your weight easily. It was almost something to laugh about, that you’d been chased up a tree. Almost.

“Shit.” One of the boys said. Growing impatience and annoyance clear on his face.

“Go up there.” One of them said to Cato, motioning to the tree.

“And what, the bitch would stab me before i could throw her off the branch, hell even get onto the branch.” He said, annoyed at the stupidity from the three boys.