Today’s lucky winner is…Sarah of District 11!
Congrats Sarah, your training score is now 9!
It’s quiet. That’s really the only difference I’ve noticed over the past day. Kate’s gone, and it’s quiet.
I slowly limp back to the Cornucopia, carrying the last backpack from the feast. The other three tributes grabbed a few things and ran, leaving a good amount of supplies and weapons for me. I’ve moved everything into the Cornucopia over the last five hours.
I’m tired, and in pain. The arrow wounds on my arms and leg are all bandaged up, but I’ve lost a lot of blood. And the backpacks from the feast don’t have any medicine. Just food, canteens of water, and these stupid keys that I have no idea how to use.
I have all the food and water a tribute could need. But if a tribute shows up to fight me, I’ll go down for sure. My only hope is that they go for each other first.
I wake up on the floor of my base, feeling woozy and drained. A sharp pain in my side jolts me fully awake as I try to sit up, and a warm liquid is absorbed into my shirt. I look down and see that the arrow wound in my side has re-opened, and blood is pouring out of it like a fountain (Training Point Lost). I must’ve passed out before I could wrap it up properly.
Holding one hand against my side to try and stop the bloodflow, I dig through the backpack in search of a bandage. Finding one, I wrap it around my body and tighten it slightly. The wound stops bleeding, but the damage is done. I realize after a moment that I’m soaked in blood. My own blood.
Feeling faint, I drop back down to the floor and reach for some food and water. I’ll stay here for as long as I can. Try to recover.
I start to feel better until I remember that some of the blood on me might not be mine, and throw up the food I just swallowed.
With one last tug, I get the bucket of water up to a height where I can grab it.
I’m so thirsty. I woke up just a few minutes ago, dehydrated and sore all over. Water, that’s all I need right now.
I bring the bucket to my lips and drink six big gulps of water. It’s cool and refreshing, if not somewhat bitter-tasting.
Someone laughs behind me, and I whirl around quickly.
It’s Maureen. She’s standing there holding a half-empty glass vial. I drop the bucket back into the well and reach for my small knife.
“I have to kill you now, you know.” I say to her, sniffing as my nose starts to run.
Maureen doesn’t say anything, doesn’t turn to run. She just smiles.
“Aren’t you going to…” is all I can get out before I suddenly vomit and fall to my hands and knees.
Maureen takes a couple steps towards me. “Aren’t I going to what, Eliana?”
I try to throw my knife at her, but all the muscles in my body are cramping and twitching.
“What d-d-did you d-d-d-do to m-m-m-m-me?” I whisper harshly.
Maureen looks at the vial in her hand. “I have a key for this well too, and I poisoned it with this. VX. It’s a nerve agent. One drop will kill you after about an hour, and you just drank about fifty.
I try to curse at her, but all that comes out of my mouth is more vomit.
Maureen squats down next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “It’s OK, Eliana. You’ll go into a coma soon. And then you’ll sleep forever.”
I fall flat to the ground as my arms give out, shaking uncontrollably.
“You should have killed me before you left for the feast,” Maureen whispers. “You shouldn’t have underestimated me.”
My brain seizes and I black out.
I sit next to Eliana, watching her sieze and shake. She goes still after about five minutes, and a cannon fires. I pry her knife out of her stiffened hand, bending back the rigid fingers. Poor Eliana. She was the closest thing I had to a friend in the arena.
But this was the only chance I had! She would have taken me out in any form of combat, without question. My only hope was to look weak, make her believe that she could kill me whenever she wanted to. And then poison the well. I filled three empty canteens with water before I poured the VX in, and there might be another well out there that my key can open. I’ll be fine.
There are two other girls left. One’s a Career and the other is the last member of the pacifist alliance. If I’m going to get out of here, they both have to die. Just like Eliana.
Dan Mcbride, D1 Male: 1 (Alex Dooley: D12 Male)
Taylor Pride, D2 Male: 1 (Kailyn Love: D8 Female)
Hannah Cruz, D3 Female: 2 (Peyton Finley: D6 Male, Abby Long: D7 Female)
Kate Henson, D4 Female: 3 (Justin McCoy: D8 Male, Rene Cruz: D3 Male, Hannah Cruz: D3 Female)
Chris Thompson, D4 Male: 2 (Lindsey Emery: D9 Female, Johnny Edman: D5 Male)
Maureen Lynch, D5 Female: 1 (Eliana Schulze, D10 Female)
Micah Scaling, D7 Male: 1 (Grace Walter: D1 Female)
Eliana Schulze, D10 Female: 1 (Preston Howell: D10 Male)
Preston Howell, D10 Male: 1 (Micah Scaling: D7 Male)
Sarah Harrist, D11 Female: 1 (Kate Henson: D4 Female)
Clement Bilhorn, D11 Male: 1 (Chris Thompson: D4 Male)
Sponsorship is now open! Be sure to vote for your favorite, and to choose a new favorite if your tribute died today! (But really, no one was voting for Eliana, so just keep doing what you’re doing.)