wide awake, not dead yet [thad oneshot day 3]

After the fight against the mutts, Six said that he had to go do something on his own, and I honestly didn't like the idea of being left alone with Evan, so I told him I was going to go wander for a bit, too, and that's exactly what I did. I stayed by the cabins and looked around for some things to see what I could find, as in the previous areas of the arena that we'd ventured into, we'd been able to find some things.

I came across some needle and thread in a drawer in one of the cabins, and immediately knew that this would come in handy. I was pretty badly hurt. At least, I was hurt more so than my allies were after that fight. I was just glad I didn't die in the end, though. Honestly, if I didn't patch myself up, I wouldn't be surprised if Evan thought of me as an easy target and tried to kill me in the middle of the night. For some reason, that was just the vibe I got from him. He was kinda… scary, to be totally honest.

After I patched myself up a bit with some bandages, medicinal plants and my newfound needle and thread, as well as some basic first aid, I decided I could at least somewhat safely look around for some other stuff. I kept my fire poker in hand as I did, though, just in case anyone came around. I couldn't risk someone showing up and me not being ready for it.

I ended up finding some firewood as I walked about, and I picked some up to potentially use for something later. As I wandered, I found some other things, too, but didn't bother to pick them up, as they didn't seem all too useful- like some posters and a stuffed animal- and I didn't want to weigh myself down with anything unimportant.

Eventually, I made my way back over to the cabin where I'd found my needle and thread, sat down on one of the beds and started to sip my water from my canteen. It was extremely refreshing as it met my lips.

I sighed. Was this what the rest of my life was going to be? Trying to survive on national television? I don't know why I ever even tried to get myself into this situation voluntarily. I just wanted to go back home and play some football with my brothers, even if Harmon often kicked my ass at it when he was sober.

I really missed my family. I especially missed my brothers. Alex and Sammy were so innocent. Harmon and Larry weren't quite so innocent, but equally fun to be around. I loved them all, even if I didn't often admit it. I missed my parents, too. They weren't perfect, but then again, no one is. I just wanted to be around them and my brothers again. I wanted to be home.