The Bloodbath

So far, so good; Rachel was alive. That wasn't something that was easily done in the Hunger Games. It was a death match with only one victor, so it certainly wasn't easy to be the one out of twenty-four to come out alive. Rachel Violette knew that she had to do her best to get in and out of the cornucopia quickly, retrieving what she needed to help she and her alliance. Kimmie and Joselle were undoubtedly trying as hard as she was. The alliance of three girls was determined to get out alive.

Something that briefly crossed the girl's mind was that her family was watching. There was no doubt about that. Surely her father was cheering her on, even if he wasn't doing it in front of the rest of the family. Rachel also knew that her mother and brothers were no doubt nervous beyond belief. They probably had already found it crazy enough that Rachel volunteered, but now they had to actually watch her fight. The girl didn't want to let her family down. If she was going to die, she didn't want it to be in the bloodbath. No, that would be much too soon to make her father proud of her. Would it have even been worth volunteering if she died so early on?

Deciding exactly what to do in a bloodbath like this was difficult. There was no time to think, and one often just had to go with their instincts. Lash out at the other tributes and claim what you need from the cornucopia, or run away with nothing. Rachel had to make a quick decision when it came down to it. There wasn't much time to make choices anymore. Quickly, the girl from Two eyed the first item she wished to retrieve. There was someone in her way, however, and she lashed out without a weapon.

After her first attack, Rachel picked up a weapon, hoping it would be worth having fought for and that she could still get out with her life.