The winner of today’s sponsorship vote is…Jordan Strong of District 11!
Congrats, Jordan, you get a free attribute point added to your lowest attribute (Strength).
I step around the corner of the hallway I’m in, cautiously looking for someone from my alliance. The hallways in the space station all seem to be the same; stark white and cold to the touch. I haven’t found anything yet. No other tributes, no food, no water, no weapons. The only room I’ve even seen is the padded one I got yanked into, where I left my spacesuit and helmet. The suit itself was far heavier than the simple, lightweight suit I had on underneath it, and the communicators in the helmets died a few minutes after we were all separated; they must be solar-powered. In any case, I lost contact with my alliance before I could even figure out where my allies were.
I leap back startled as a panel on the wall suddenly spins, revealing a digital screen.
“Touch and Hold for Identification” glows in bright yellow letters on the screen. I press my finger to it, and a bar of light scans down the screen, crossing over my fingertip.
“Hello, Joselyn Broadway,” says the screen in a voice that I recognize as the same friendly female voice in my helmet yesterday. “The following tributes are looking for you.”
Three names pop up on the screen, each with an “Accept?” button next to their names. Joey, Mariah, and Shalom. Three of my allies. I supress a smile and hit the “Accept” button next to Joey’s name.
A blue line suddenly appears on the floor, shooting out from my feet and turning around a corner.
“This line will take you to the tribute you are searching for,” says the screen. “The line will remain active until you are within a certain range of the tribute you are searching for. The line will hide itself if it is within viewing range of a tribute who is not searching for or allied with either you or the tribute you are searching for.”
I hit the rest of the “Accept” buttons, and watch two more lines appear.
“Are there any other tributes you’d like to find?”
“Alex from District 3.”
A short moment passes.
“Request sent. Alex will need to find a panel and accept before I create a line to him. May I assist you with anything else?” the screen asks.
“Where can I get food and water?” I ask.
Another line appears on the ground.
Yet another line.
“Happy hunting!” the screen says in a chipper voice, before flipping back into the wall.
I look down at my feet, at the five lines. Each is labeled for my convenience. The “Food and Water” line heads in the same direction as the “Mariah” line, while the other three lines head in the opposite direction.
I decide weapons are more important than nourishment, and start walking in the direction of the three lines. We’ll meet up with Mariah later.
I follow the five lines down the hallway, four for my allies and one for food and water. Apparently we all had the same idea. At least I had the sense to grab some weapons first. For all I knew, the “Food and Water” line could have taken me right into a den of enemy tributes.
The lines all end at a half-opened door. I ready my bow and nudge it open carefully.
“It’s me, Alison,” I call out as I enter, not even bothering to hide the relief on my face to see four of my allies turn their heads and smile at me with mouths full of food.
“Come eat!” exclaims Katherine from 6, slapping a spot next to her on the ground.
I oblige, sitting down and setting my bow and quiver of arrows on the floor. Across from me, Zach from 4 grabs a protein bar and bottle of water from the pile in the middle of the otherwise empty room, and tosses them to me.
“How long have you all been here? I ask as I rip the protein bar’s packaging open with my teeth.
“Just a couple hours,” says Maureen from 8 softly, sipping quietly at her water. “Well, I found this room yesterday, and then you all found me.”
“We’re just waiting for Jordan from your district, and then we’re gonna make a game plan,” says Cyle from 11.
I look at the floor for any lines indicating that Jordan is on his way, and see none.
“He hasn’t accepted any of your line requests?” I ask.
“No,” says Katherine.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to ally any more, then,” I reply simply.
We’re all silent for a moment. Our seven-person alliance is now six, after losing Steve from 8 yesterday. If Jordan doesn’t show up, then we’re now just five.
“I’m sure he just hasn’t found a screen yet,” replies Maureen with a smile. “He’ll show up.”
I stare at the screen, at the five tributes who are searching for me, before telling the screen to direct me to some weapons, food, and water that aren’t near any tributes. The screen complies, sending out a single line. I thank it as it shuts down, and then start walking.
An alliance seemed smart at first, but not any more. I’m the strongest tribute in the Games, and I don’t need five weaker tributes slowing me down. My district partner’s alright, but she’s too sympathetic to the younger tributes in our alliance. No, I just need to work by myself.
I turn the corner of the hallway and stop suddenly. Ahead of me, the line I’ve been following cuts off in the middle of the corridor, and then starts up again further down. To the left of the blank space, I can see another hallway heading to the left, in a “T” intersection.
I think back to what the screen told me, how the line would hide itself from enemy tributes, and realize that a tribute is waiting at the corner of the intersection, ready to jump me.
I move forward quickly, hugging the right side of the wall, furthest from the intersecting hallway. If I’m expecting an attack, I’ll be ready to counter it.
As expected, a tribute, the boy from 12, leaps out of the hallway and chucks a spear at me. I dodge it, but the boy’s aim is off and I actually jump into the spear’s trajectory. It slices my shoulder (Attribute Point Lost) and clatters against the wall behind me and to the ground.
Groaning in pain, I swiftly grab the spear from the ground and whirl to watch the boy from 12 running down the hallway as fast as he can.
He doesn’t make it far before I launch the spear with my good arm. It slams into his back, bringing him down to the floor with a cry of pain.
I stalk over to him, rip the spear out of his back, and then slam it into his neck, severing his brainstem. A few gurgles later, he goes still, and a cannon echoes through the hallway.
One down, twenty-two to go.
A cannon’s fire interrupts my meal. I look up from the protein bar I’m devouring and flick my gaze around the room. Nothing’s here with me, save for the four lines representing my allies. Joselyn’s line blinked on about an hour ago, and Alex’s line appeared just a couple minutes after. I’m sure they’re headed for me, since I’m in a room with food and water. Hopefully they’ll bring some weapons for me too. I’ve been here since yesterday, and I don’t really see a point in leaving since I’ve got almost everything I need here.
Jordan, Chris and I are finally together, connected by the lines we sent out searching for each other. And now we’re moving through the space station aimlessly, looking for food and water. And weapons too. We’ve been at it for a hew hours, and we’re all really starting to feel the effects of dehydration (Attribute Point Lost). How are we supposed to find anything in here?
A red line suddenly attaches itself to Maureen from 8.
“See?” she quips excitedly. “I knew Jordan would show up eventually.”
The room clamors with excitement and relief. Our alliance is still intact.
From down the hallway, I hear metallic footsteps approaching. Why is Jordan still wearing his heavy boots? All of us had the sense to discard them, since they’re only good for being in the vacuum outside.
It suddenly occurs to me that Jordan wouldn’t have accepted just Maureen’s line request when the door opens.
It’s not Jordan. It’s a white and black android, with blue lights for eyes. And at it’s feet is a red line connecting to Maureen.
Alison from 7 reacts before any of us can, grabbing her bow and shooting off a single arrow at the android. It dodges the arrow with lightning-quick reflexes, and then barrels through Zach and Cyle, sending the two of them sprawling violently to the ground (Attribute Point Lost) as it moves towards Alison and me. With a single thrust, it shatters the bow in Alison’s hands, sending the drawstring snapping violently against her face (Attribute Point Lost). I cry out and leap up to move away from the android, but it must perceive this as a threat, as it grabs my throat and throws me back against the wall. The last thing I see before my head slams into the wall (Attribute Point Lost) and I black out is the android turning its attention to Maureen.
My allies lie either in pain or unconscious on the ground, unable to help me as the android stalks towards me, arms extended and hands gripping for my neck. There’s nothing to do but scream as it grabs me and twists my head violently.
I get to my feet just as the android snaps Maureen’s neck. A cannon fires, and I turn to run without thinking, stumbling out the door and into the hallway. There’s no way to stop that thing, and if it’s attracted to tributes in groups, then I want no part of an alliance.
I run for my life.
Jocelyn, Alex, Shalom and I are all heading for Mariah when we hear a scream echoing down the hall. Below us, Mariah’s line suddenly blinks off, leaving only the “Food and Water” line. A third cannon fires.
“Wha…did she just die?” Shalom cries out.
The four of us break into a sprint, drawing weapons and charging down the hallway towards where we heard the scream.
We reach the open doorway just as the android rushes out, barreling through Alex and Shalom hard enough to send them slamming into the floor (Attribute Point Lost). It rushes through the gap between Jocelyn and me, and then it’s gone, rounding the corner.
Jocelyn helps Alex and Shalom up as I look through the open door to watch the lifeless body of Mariah being lifted into the ceiling by a claw, her head hangs at an unnatural angle, neck snapped.
I run quickly, following the two lines on the ground representing my two allies. The three cannons have sent me into panic mode, and the sooner I find my district partner and the girl from 10, the better.
Ahead of me, the two lines move into a circular room and split off in two directions, in a right angle. I her footsteps as I approach the room, and pull out the knife that I got from the weapon room I found using the screen.
I enter the circular room the same time as two other tributes, and launch my knife at the first one without thinking. Alexandra from 10 screeches in pain as it lodges into her leg (Attribute Point Lost) just as I scream at the sudden impact of a sword to my leg (Attribute Point Lost). My district partner Joseph groans too, dropping his katana and ripping the arrow Alexandra fired at him out of his leg (Attribute Point Lost). We all fall to the ground, moaning in pain and the embarrassment of all three of us having attacked each other. At least we’re together now.
The second and third cannons bode well for our alliance. The first, however, fired just as the lines connecting us to Ben from 12 blinked out. He’s dead.
The five of us that remain are now headed for food and water. Drew and I lead the way, as the girls from 4 and 5 and the boy from 6 take up the rear. We’re all still a bit groggy and, honestly, concussed from the violent nature of our entrance into the space station yesterday (Attribute Point Lost), but at least we’ve got weapons. And each other, for the moment.
Food and water first, then our prey. We will hunt them down.
Strongest Tribute: Joselyn Broadway (D1 Female)
Most Agile Tributes: Chris Prescher (D6 Male), Jordan Snyder (D7 Male), and Drew Chambers (D9 Male)
Most Cunning Tribute: Sarah Kenny (D4 Female)
Most Charming Tribute: Joey McKenna (D1 Male)
Strongest Overall Tribute: Dr Christina Bieber-Lake (D9 Female)
Alliances and attribute scores have been altered due to today’s events. Please note the changes on their respective pages.
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