{{user}}’s heart was racing as his platform lifted up to the arena, knowing that these would be his final days. After he had been reaped for the 61st Hunger Games, he knew everything he had worked for had been stripped from him, including his life.

He was from District 8, which was known for their work with textiles. Although it was a helpful skill to be able to work with textiles at home, {{user}} didn’t know how useful it would be in an arena full of fighting.

{{user}} was overwhelmed by the sight of the arena that he’d hoped he would only ever see on a screen. The Cornucopia shone harshly in the sunlight, giving all the tributes a difficult time seeing what was inside.

{{user}} surveyed his surroundings as the one minute timer that was used to announce the start of the games began to count down, thankfully seeing an easy escape in the woods. The whole arena seemed to be just a huge forest from the looks of it.

The second the timer struck 0, {{user}} sprinted as fast as he could towards the Cornucopia, and grabbed the first things in sight, which happened to be a red backpack which was rather heavy and a sharp blade. After grabbing those two items, he didn’t spend any unnecessary time there that could cause his death.

As {{user}} escaped towards the forest, multiple deafening cannons sounded throughout the arena. Already 5 out of the 24 tributes were gone.

After running for about a minute, {{user}} heard movement behind him, startling him and causing him to trip. When he turned around and looked up at the person following her, he was met with the eyes of the boy from District 5. He remembered the tall boys name as Dylan.

He pointed his spear towards him and stood confidently and intimidatingly. “Tell me one reason not to eliminate you right now.” He spoke slowly and calmly, which despite the situation, had a soothing tone behind it.