Walking the wire [Exar vs bigfoot day 6]
Mar 28, 2018 14:23:37 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 28, 2018 14:23:37 GMT -5
Exar Shan
I can't believe she's gone. Her face bounces through my mind, yet it's only followed by the flames devouring her body and soul. I've seen it on the screen before when another tribute has been coated in the flames of death. Her cannon sounding. It's all so fresh, and I've done nothing more than try to hide the pain. Stella and Finley are still alive, and I don't need them anymore. Finley gave me a ski pole, and she gave me some plants to eat. But my stomach has shriveled away to almost nothing. It's taken me away from the rest of the world, but somehow I'm still alive. Barely kicking. I'm tired and cold. I just want to sleep. I want to find a place to relax without any fears of being killed while my eyes are closed. It was something I never thought of until I placed myself inside this horrible arena. The wind cuts deep, and I can't find enough warmth. My teeth are chattering. For the first time, I truly feel lost.
Eva was there for me. She had my back, and I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to form a friendship, but I never did because she had to die in order for me to make it out of this alive. And now I can't tell her. I can't let her know how much I appreciated her. Maybe one day she'll know if there is something that exists after we flee from this world. I shrug my shoulders and follow behind the two I only recently met. I'm nothing more than a third wheel now. Someone who can't do anything. The stupid knife has let me down, and now I'm unable to do anything. I can't protect the people I trust, and it's best if I just walk away and leave. Once we stop moving, I find my own tree to rest against. My face is clear of emotions, and I watch as the anthem flies through the sky. I see her face, but there's only eleven people left. Eleven people standing in my way of returning home alive.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I gather my things. I want to leave them behind. To give them a chance of surviving. I'm nothing more than a hindrance to them. They've done so well, and it's embarrassing. I'm a career. I've trained for this, and they showed me up. I look at them one last time before slowly heading away from them. It's for the best because I don't want to form a bond with them. I don't want to hurt when they're faces appear in the sky. This is for the better, and I'll make it work because I honestly feel like I have no other options.
I don't know how long I've been walking for, but the dark slowly turns a bit lighter, and I feel myself slowly falling asleep and fading away. It's hard being here. It's hard living in conditions like these. Making it out of here, I'll never take things for granted again. A nice comfortable bed. Something other than standing out here trying to survive. I'd love to start a fire. To figure out a way to keep myself alive. I'll help those who're stuck out on the streets. I'll live a normal life. I'll do whatever because I realize how bad people may truly have it. But right now I'm here, and I have to focus on me.
When I finally look up, I see those strange trees that I saw before. The branches are all pointed to one side, and the wind howls as it blows through them. As I turn in every direction trying to figure out where I am, I feel like they're moving with me. That they have eyes hidden beneath their wooden surfaces. It's strange being here, and it's actually creeping me out, but what creeps me out even more is the giant footprints etched into the snow. Part of me wants to follow them. To figure out where they're heading to, but the other part of me is advising me against it because I've never seen anything like this. I pause in my tracks for a moment trying to figure out the best option. What's the point of the games without a little risk?
I slowly try to follow the prints hoping it's not a mistake, and I keep moving and moving hoping that I don't get lost within the trees surrounding the area. My heart is racing, and I can feel it jumping nearly into the back of my throat. My breathing picks up as I continue down the path. Ducking beneath branches, I place my hand on one of the ski poles I stole a couple days ago. I want to use that instead of trying to use this stupid, good for nothing knife. I take another deep breath trying to calm myself down, but then I see this thing lingering in the distance. Every part of my body freezes as my chin drops to the ground. The ski pole falls from my hand, and I never hear it hit the ground. I don't know what to do. I reach and grab the shovel that someone gave me on day one, and I start running towards it. Maybe it'll be friendly. Maybe it'll help me out a long the way, but I quickly realize that it's much taller than me, and that I probably stand no chance anyway. Following the footprints was a bad idea, but maybe I can take this thing down and prove that I am the one worthy of wearing the crown.
78th Hunger Games
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