Well, as I said before, it was a chance to get on T.V.
But, as I had also said before, I was already dead.
How could I make it through this, here, in this wasteland? I like the warmth. I have never been in a situation where I have to deal with the cold. Never.
Are there really only thirty seconds until we have to make a run for it? For the Cornucopia? For the icy lake? For the mountains?
Where to run? Where to hide?
I look to my left and right and notice almost everyone is poised to run, their eyes set on something.
Should I take something as well? A backpack? A knife?
It's too late. The gong rings out and I spring off the launch pad in panic. I have to go before I'm killed in that bloodbath. I run and grab a backpack on my way towards the mountains--the first thing I could get my hands on. I run, sprinting as fast as I can.
I finally stop in a place filled with shrubbery. I scan the horizon, noticing a collection of rocks in the formation of a cave to my left. I stop there and open my pack.
Once I see it's contents, I pour them all out in disbelief. It's filled to the brim with rocks.
I guess the odds just aren't in my favor.
The rocks make an echoing sound inside the cave. I look at the pile and notice something shining in it. I pull it out.
It's a watch.
I throw it at the wall in disgust. A watch! A stupid watch!
I hate this already.