The winner of today’s sponsorship vote is…Jai Ferrick of District 4!
Congrats Jai, you get a free attribute point added to your lowest attribute (Strength).
Willing my growling stomach into silence, I crouch in the tallgrass a ways off from the Cornucopia, avoiding where the edge of the plains meets the dirt circle surrounding the golden horn, as I’m sure tributes are already in hiding there.
The wind brushes against the tallgrass, and the sporadic bursts of wind that rustle the grass more than usual make my stomach jump every time. Footsteps? A tribute wanting to start the fight early?
No. No, I haven’t seen anyone yet. All I can see is the Cornucopia. A trench carves a path out of the mouth of the golden horn, filled with dirty water that I gorged myself on late last night, the first water I’ve had in days. The alliance that used to camp here at the Cornucopia is nowhere to be seen, probably driven off yesterday by the tornado that tore through the arena. Wherever they are though, they’re still alive. All of them.
I have no weapons besides my bow and three arrows. If I get out of this resupplied…hell, if I get out of this alive, I’ll consider myself lucky.
Ahead of me, crouched in the tallgrass, the girl from 3 clutches her growling stomach again. I swear, if I hadn’t lost my weapons yesterday, she’d already be dead. I can’t attack her unarmed without giving away my position, and I don’t know if the other tributes are armed or not. I want her dead. I want them all dead. That doesn’t matter though. I have to focus on what I need, what I want.
And what I need is supplies.
A gong sounds, and I jerk my head up to look for the supplies that usually appear out of the ground, signalling the start of the feast. But there’s nothing there. Nothing at all.
I silently curse the Gamemakers. They lied to us! Do they just want us to fight and end it all now?
Then a shadow passes over my head, and I look to the sky.
Above me, four giant wooden pallets float down from the sky, attached to giant parachutes. Clearly they’ve got the food, water, weapons, and medicine that we were promised.
Notching an arrow into my bow, I step out into the open dirt circle, scanning around me for tributes as the shadows of the wooden pallets drift over me. I think my allies lost their weapons yesterday, and I don’t remember any tributes having bows besides us. Any attack I might encounter will be at close range, so hopefully the others will be smart enough to just stay away until I get the supplies I want and get away. I don’t want to hurt anyone.
A rustling noise draws my attention, and I turn to see Alejandra standing in the tallgrass several feet away from me, an arrow notched in her bow.
No. How did she hold onto it?
I flinch as she fires her arrow, waiting for the impact. It doesn’t come. Her arrow flies up into the sky, a total misfire.
It’s only when I hear a snap that I look up and realize she wasn’t aiming for me.
My sole arrow slices through the thin fabric of the parachute closest to me, and the wooden pallet it carries dips violently, sending its contents spilling out of the sky as it drifts off-course. Sunlight is thrown in my eyes as it’s reflected off of the first sword to slip off the pallet.
A knife impales itself into the ground right next to Hannah, who turns and scrambles aimlessly for safety as knives, swords, and other sharp objects clatter to the ground around her.
She almost gets away. Almost. A knife slashes across her extended back leg, and she falls to the ground with a scream, only to be cut off as the sharp end of a spear stabs into the back of her head, impaling and pinning her to the ground with a sickening thud.
Her cannon fires as tributes suddenly emerge from the tallgrass, racing towards the weapons now scattered across the field. I reach for another arrow reflexively, and then remember that I have none. With a groan, and then a feral yell, I leap into the fray.
The pallet of food is settling on the ground by the time I grab a spiked club from the weapons scattered across the dirt. No sooner have I grabbed it that a chain with a spike on the end wraps around it and yanks it violently out of my hands, leaving me with a gash on my wrist (Attribute Point Lost). Whirling, I see the woman from 11 charging at me, her chain whip whirling above her head.
Defenseless, I roll behind the food pallet, scrambling for a weapon to defend myself. My hands clasp around the handle of a knife, and I rise back up, ready to throw.
The woman has retreated, though, now whirling her chain to keep the male from 6 at bay as he taunts her with his katana. I take the opportunity to scoop a few parcels of food into my bag before turning to run over to the water pallet.
Instead, I crash right into the man from 7, sending us both sprawling. He lashes out reflexively with a knife, slashing me across the chest (Attribute Point Lost).
“Oh god!” he cries. “I-I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
I respond by punching him square in the face, feeling the cartilage of his nose crack under my fist (Attribute Point Lost). Then I’m running past him as he pulls his fists up to his face, groaning loudly as the grunts and screams of the tributes around me fill the air.
I grab a six-pack of water bottles and then turn to run, scooping up my club again as I leave. I’m bleeding, but it’s nothing the last few bandages I’ve got in my pack won’t solve. I got what I came for.
(Ahmae is safe!)
Intercepted by the male from 4, my would-be-assailant from 6 locks swords with his new target, leaving me room to break away from the fighting and secure an empty duffel bag from the ground. As I stuff it with water, I lock eyes with Alejandra, who’s managed to get her hands on a new quiver of arrows. She loads an arrow and fires; I dive just in time to feel it whiz through my hair. Clearly the alliance is off.
Alejandra’s about to fire another arrow when the woman from 2 slams into her, beating her back with a steel mace (Attribute Point Lost). Where did she come from?
I rush over to the food pallet just as Matt leaves it, blood gushing from his nose as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and rushes back into the tallgrass. I half-consider launching my knife at him, but he’s ducked into the grass before I can make my decision.
Turning back to observe the battlefield, I watch in horrified fascination as the male from 6 gets an upper hand on the male from 4, slashing out with his katana and slicing a deep cut into the Career’s back as he whirls at the wrong time (Attribute Point Lost). I turn away before what I assume will be the killing blow, and retreat into the tallgrass. I’m unscathed, and I intend on staying that way.
(Matt is safe! Eleanor is safe!)
The woman from 9 finally gets some sense and turns to run away from me as I menace her with my club. Turning sharply around the corner of the Cornucopia, she’s well out of sight as I turn my attention to the bag of supplies she’s abandoned. A quick survey tells me that there’s plenty of food and water left in it for me to last a few more days.
A cannon fires, and I glance over my shoulder to where the men from 4 and 6 have been fighting, expecting to see one of them down. But no, they’re still there, slashing madly at each other. The male from 4 has a deep cut in his back, but it’s not slowing him down. He slashes out and lops off the man from 6’s left thumb as he raises his sword to block (Attribute Point Lost).
His cry of pain is replaced suddenly with my own as something sharp slams into my shoulder (Attribute Point Lost). The woman from 9 is back, her bow in hand and the arrow she just fired embedded deep in my shoulder blade.
Restocked, I see no reason for me to wait for her to fire again. I race off into the tallgrass, heading for my base, the arrow sending pain shooting through my upper body. It hurts, but that just means that I’m still alive.
(Sierra is safe!)
Breathing heavily, I barely manage to block the man from 6’s katana as he slashes down at me. He bears his weight into the locked blades; I can feel how tired he is. I’m tired too, and my back is on fire, blood running down past my waist (Attribute Point Lost). I can’t give up now though. I can’t let this untrained brute beat me. Not when I’m this close to the end.
Whirling away, I knock the man’s sword up and slice out at his face. He dodges almost too easily and stabs out, the tip of his sword cutting across my chest (Attribute Point Lost).
Bracing myself through the pain, I feign a slash at his sword arm before ducking in and punching him in the gut. He doubles over in pain, the wind knocked out of him, and I take the opportunity to plunge my sword into his heart.
I suppose his cannon fires. I suppose I must’ve somehow gathered supplies and run away.
When I wake up, it’s dark. The tallgrass rustles around me as the stench of the pool of blood I’ve fallen asleep in reaches my nose. I sit up gingerly, feeling wounds re-open as I search for a wrap to seal the massive wound on my back (Attribute Point Lost).
I’m still alive, somehow, and I’ve managed to get away from the Cornucopia after taking down a strong tribute. But who else died back there?
(Jai is safe!)
The girl from 3 struggles vainly to escape my grip as I squeeze the life out of her. To her credit, she fights to the very last breath, but she doesn’t stand a chance in her weakened state. Her cannon fires, briefly muffling the sounds on the battlefield.
Peeking through the tallgrass, I see the woman from 2 rushing off into the tallgrass as Alejandra chases after her. The only tributes left by the Cornucopia are the two men from 4 and 6, hacking away at each other with their katanas.
I reach for the girl from 3’s bow, only to find that the string has snapped in our scuffle. Weaponless, I hunker down in the tallgrass, waiting for the fight to end.
It takes a long time, but eventually a cannon fires. I poke my head out of the tallgrass and watch as the man from 4 stumbles out of the tallgrass, a pack slung over his bloody back.
It’s safe. Finally.
I step out of the tallgrass and walk around Hannah’s body. Can’t believe she’s gone. Pacifist or not, she was the strongest out of us all. Now that she’s gone, my odds just jumped way up.
A brand-new bow lies on the ground next to Hannah, along with a quiver of arrows. I saunter over to them and scoop them up.
She should have been more careful. I fire an arrow straight into Danae’s temple, sending her sprawling out onto the ground with a grunt of pain. Her cannon fires several seconds later as I scour through the medicine pallet to try to find some sort of painkiller for the number the woman from 2 did on my head with her club.
My vision is hazy, and my head’s never hurt this much before in my life. That club was no joke. Regardless, I’m the last one standing at the Cornucopia, and the leftover supplies are mine.
The hovercraft arrives, easing my anxiety and letting me know that no other living tributes are around. It scoops up Hannah and Danae, and then the man from 6. Then it dips into the tallgrass and picks up the body of the girl from 3. I wonder who got her. Probably Danae before I picked her off.
The girl looks so fragile in the claw, so vulnerable. I wonder, will I look that way if I die in here?
I hope that that question never has to be answered.
Six of us left. Just six.
Strongest Tribute: Sierra Strom (D2 F)
Most Agile Tribute: Jai Ferrick (D4 M)
Most Cunning Tribute: Jai Ferrick (D4 M)
Most Charming Tributes: Sierra Strom (D2 F), Ahmae Messersmith (D4 F)
Strongest Overall Tribute: Sierra Strom (D2 F)
Attribute scores have been altered due to today’s events. Please note the changes on the respective page.
The benchmark for Day Twelve has been posted on the home page!