Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170626190014

My mentor's instrucions linger in my head. "Just clear out, put as much distance as you can between yourself and the others. And find a source of water."

But it's tempting, so tempting, when I see the bounty waiting there before me. And I know that if I don't get it, someone else will. That the Career Tributes who survive the bloodbath will divide up most of these life-sustaining spoils. Something catches my eye. There, resting on a mound of blanket rolls, is a silver sheath of arrows and a bow, already strung, just waiting to be engaged. That's mine, I think. It's meant for me.

I'm fast. I can sprint faster than any of the girls in our school, although a couple can beat me in distance races. But this is a forty-yard length, this is what I am built for. I know I can get it, I know I can reach for it first, but then the question is how quickly I can get out of there? By the time I've scrambled up the packs and grabbed the weapons, others will have reached the horn, and one or two might be able to pick off.

I find myself positioning my feet to run, not away into the surrounding forests, byt towards the pile. Towards the bow.

And I've missed it! I missed my chanc! Because those extra couple of seconds I've lost by not being ready. My feet shuffle for a moment, confused at the direction my brain wants to take, and then I lunge forward, scoop up a nearby backpack, swing it over my shoulder as quickly as possible, and run into the forest.