Day Four/Five

Moments later, a siver parachute fell down in front of me. Rocko or I had sponsors? The parachute held bandages, and a jar of peanut butter. I smiled at the notion, it may be the last thing I eat that didn't come from the arena. I turned to Rocko as the ground stopped shaking. "I want to move somewhere else. Somewhere away from the mountains."

After he spoke, I returned to our campsite, package in hand. "If you can get the meat from that hound and cook it, I'll start a fire and pack up." With that, I went to wok settng another fire. It was dark out, but I hoped the darkness would help conceal the smoke, I didn't know that much about fires.

Once I finally had the fire going, my fingers hurt. Rocko was almost done preparin the hound. I decided I should tend to my rib. There wasn't much I could do, but I tried wht I could From the training station in the arena, I learned that if something broke, you were supposed to keep it in one place. I wasn't sure if it would work, but I used half of the bandags to wrap around my stomach.

Rocko had finished at the same time as me and was no cooking the meat. I got up and retrieved all our bags, weapons, and supplies, setting it where I had been moments ago. I took down our small shelter, and brought it over as well. I then proceeded and sorted through everything, packing whatever was needed.

I kept my sweatshirt on, not botherin to pack it because of the cold. I put the antipyretics at the bottom of my bag, hoping we'd never need to use them. I shoved one of the blankets on top. Finding a pair of ear muffs I hadn't noticed before, I set them aside to wear. I put the nails in along with the magnifying glass and hammer, and zipped it up. I took my hunting knife, and shoved it in my boot, in a way it wouldn't cut me.

In the other backpack, I shoved Ismene's bedroll and death message. I kept the piece of wire around my wrist as she had. To the bag, I added Rocko's blanket and extra pair of boots. I left it unzipped, knowing we'd need to stuff food in it later. I let the pickax, machete, and jar of peanut butter out. I put the earmuffs on my head, and noticing I forgot to pack the bandage, I throw them in Rocko's bag.

He finishes up, and we both sit down to sit.