Today’s winner is…Dr. Gibson of District 7!
Congrats Dr. Gibson, your training score is now 8!
The rabbit stops squirming as I stab it one more time with my knife. Finally, some meat. I grab the arrow protruding from the rabbit’s corpse and drag it back towards my camp.
I’ve been on my own since the Games started. I don’t need friends, let alone allies. They disappoint me.
In a few minutes, the rabbit is skinned and roasting over my campfire on a skewer. I take the free time to check my supplies while it cooks.
In my seafoam green pack, like everyone’s pack, I’m assuming, I’ve got three bottles of water, some terrible-tasting ration packs that will last me about two weeks, one empty bottle, a few iodine tablets, a small knife, a matchbook, and a thin silk sleeping bag. That, along with the crossbow and quiver of arrows I grabbed from the Cornucopia, leaves me pretty well-set for surviving for a while.
But I plan on doing more than surviving. I came here to hunt.
And rabbits are nothing compared with my true prey.
The girls from 3 and 9 walk right under the tree that I’ve made my base. Katherine from 3 holds a long serrated knife in her right hand, and Christie from 9 grips the small knife that came with our packs in hers.
“Keep an eye out for animals,” Katherine whispers. “The more meat we can find, the less we have to burn through our ration packs.”
“But we have enough food between us to last for weeks,” whispers Christie. “I just don’t understand why we need to—
Katherine whirls on her.
“To what?” she snarls quietly. “To kill animals? To kill each other? Remember where we are, Christie.”
With that, the girls continue their trek through the forest.
I could have gotten them. Could have dropped down to the ground, cut Katherine’s throat with the katana I grabbed from the Cornucopia, and snapped Christie’s neck while she stands in shock.
But too much could go wrong. They’ve both got knives, and one quick flick of the wrist could cut me down in an instant.
No, I need to be more vigilant, more careful. Eventually I’ll have my moment to strike.
With a final kick, I glide to the surface of the small lake, breaching the water and throwing my head back, filling my lungs with fresh air.
I found this sky island at the end of the first day. It’s small, just this lake and a ring of trees around it. To me, it’s paradise in an forested arena.
I step out of the water and lie back on the grass, still in my wet clothes, letting the sun dry me with its rays.
I’ll stay here for a few days, but no more than that. If the Gamemakers can’t stand one thing, it’s when a tribute gets too comfortable.
The man from 3 races through the trees ahead of Jen and I, who are in hot pursuit. He’s smart, dodging through the trees like he is. It means Jen and I can’t get a good enough fix on him to throw a knife.
The man made the mistake of approaching the lake by the Cornucopia to get water. Maybe he thought we wouldn’t see him, but there’s a reason Jen wants us to stay by the lake. It’s the only water source that all of us tributes saw when we landed here. Unless there are other sources out in the arena, all the tributes are going to have to come drink. Like lambs to the slaughter.
Ducking around a corner, the man charges down a straight path through some trees. Good, now I can throw a knife.
I’m about to do so when something clicks and tells me that something’s up. This straightaway is too convenient, too useful to Jen and me.
I hit the tripwire just as the thought finishes crossing through my mind, which sets off the crossbow the man from 3 has set up in the tree to my right. Luckily for me, Jen is running between me and the arrow the crossbow fires off. Unfortunately for her, the arrow slams into her, and she falls to the ground with a cry.
But I’m too focused to stop and help her. Ahead of me, the man has slowed to see if his trap has worked. I throw a knife just as he turns back to look at us, and it slams right into his chest, around where his heart is.
With a groan, he falls to his knees, and then folds back over his legs. I turn back to Jen as he fades away, to see how bad the damage is.
The arrow sticks out of her right shoulder (Training Point Lost). With a grunt, she yanks it out and tosses it away from her.
“Good thing he set up the crossbow too low, otherwise that arrow would have been in your neck,” I say with a grin.
“Shut up, Edwin.”
I turn back to the man from 3, whose death rattle dies off as his cannon fires. Stepping over to his corpse, I yank my knife out of his chest, releasing a spurt of blood.
My first kill. First of many, I hope.
Current Training Scores
District 1: Jennifer Fu (8) and Joseph Quiggle (11)
District 2: Dr. Tiffany Kriner (10) and Josh Ryken (10)
District 3: Katherine Braden (10)
District 4: Abigail Black (11) and Edwin Chung (9)
District 5: Maurice Bokanga (10)
District 6: Kasey Send (5) and Zackary Smiley (11)
District 7: Dr. Alison Gibson (8) and Ben Weidemann (6)
District 8: Dr. Heather Whitney (6)
District 9: Christie Taylor (7) and Joseph Abdelmelek (8)
District 10: Ellen Egerton (9) and David Nitchman (9)
District 12: Kayla Roberson (8) and Andrew Wang (5)
Strongest Tributes: District 1’s Joseph Quiggle, District 4’s Abigail Black, and District 6’s Zackary Smiley
Weakest Tributes: District 5’s Kasey Send and District 12’s Andrew Wang
Average Training Score: 8.47
Median Training Score: 9
Score Most Tributes Have: 9, 10
District 2’s Josh Ryken: One kill (District 8’s Abe Nakamura)
District 3’s Katherine Braden: One kill (District 11’s Nico Lasta)
District 4’s Edwin Chung: One kill (District 3’s Dr. Matthew Milliner)
District 9’s Joseph Abdelmelek: One kill (District 5’s Dr. Beth Jones)
The Fearsome Four (District 1’s Jennifer Fu, District 4’s Edwin Chung, District 6’s Zackary Smiley, and District 12’s Andrew Wang)
The Blonde Resistance (District 3’s Katherine Braden and District 9’s Christie Taylor)
The English Coalition (District 2’s Dr. Tiffany Kriner, District 7’s Dr. Alison Gibson)
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