A Real World Hunger Games

This is like a real world hunger games, but is a little different. There are no more continents except for North America. A meteorite has destroyed the other 6 continents. North America's people can not thrive or live without the help of food being imported from the other continents, so, North America is broken up into 12 districts. Each district must find a way to make a certain amount of food for the other districts, and each district is assigned their amount. When the people of the capital realize that each district can't support the rest of North America's people, they select 24 people from each district, and each district has it's own game each year. Only two people will survive from the group that has been drawn. This helps keep the population steady. Only 2,ooo people are allowed per district. The games help decrease the number of people. Oh Ya, there is also only a quarter of the world left, just enough land for North America to stay on. They call these games, the Hunger Games.


10. .

    We get into the arena and it's just as he said, 24 circular platforms in a circle surrounding a large, steel cornucopia. The first thing I noticed when I got in there was a beautiful, metal bow sticking out of the cornucopia. Just what I needed. We all took our spots on the platform. The leader didn't even let us say goodbye to each other.

    I nodded to Garrett. He was standing on the platform next to me. he nodded back. We both had in mind what we were supposed to do next. I could see Derek's tip of his head. He was on the other side of the cornucopia, almost exactly across from me.

    The leader came in over the intercom.

    "Dear tributes, I will count down from ten, then a horn will blow. When that horn blows, you are free to do whatever you please. Good luck to all! Now...let the games begin!"

    "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,"

    The whole world seemed as if it were spinning at the moment.


   The horn blew. And I just stood there.

    "Come on Darian let's go!"

    Garrett grabbed my arm and started dragging me to the woods.. My feet moved a little, but my eyes were glued to Derek.

   He had made it to the cornucopia, but there were other people there. He grabbed a spear and threw it at a girl across from him. The girl screamed and fell backwards. I gasped in horror. I had never imagined my own brother killing someone before.

   I began to run forward, forcing myself to take my eyes off of Derek. I noticed that most of the tributes took off towards the woods. I counted 7 that had been killed at the cornucopia. That means that there will be only 15 people for us to have to deal with.

    Garrett and I ran very deep into the forest, hoping nobody but Derek would find us.

    We finally stopped by a large oak. Pine needles surrounded us, brush and thorns also did.

    I hunched over, trying to catch my breath. Garrett was gasping for air. He was definitely not the type to run.

    "What, do we do now?" he said threw big breaths.

    'I don't know, but we better camouflage ourselves and get high up in a tree so nobody can find us."

   "Ok, I'll go get some mud for camo."

    I grabbed his arm.

    "No! From now on, whatever we do, must be done together. We can't go wandering off by ourselves. This isn't district 12 anymore Garrett, wherever you step, is a deathtrap."


     He shook his arm loose of my hand, and scraped some dirt off the ground.

    "Here, this should be good enough."

    He smeared dirt all over my face, then threw some on his.

    "Do I look invisible?" he asked

     "No, you look like you got stampeded."

   He laughed. I had to laugh too.

    "So, what's a good climbing tree nearby?"

    "This one, I guess. There's not many oaks in this forest, mostly pines. And this one seems to have the most branches. All we need is some vines, if we can find any, for security."

    "Alright, let's go get them."

    We didn't have to go very far before we found two, sturdy looking vines.

    "These should be good enough."

    He threw it over the first branch.

    "Here, I'll help you up." he said

     He grabbed my waste and hoisted me up into the tree.

    "Now how are you going to get up?" I asked

    "That's what the vine's for."

    He grabbed the vine and used it as a climbing rope.

    We began to climb higher until we were about 20 feet above the ground.

    I tried to overlook the arena to see if there were any signs of Derek, but I couldn't see over all the brush. I really hoped that he was ok.

    "What should we do for food, if we get hungry." Garrett asked

      I hopped down to the branch below me that he was sitting on. He was not very fond of heights, I could tell, where as I didn't care how high up I was.

     "A human can go up to 3 days without food, water is our main concern. And I'm already feeling dehydrated."

    "Ya, me too."

     "Let's just wait a while too see if Derek finds us, if he doesn't find us within a day, that's when we'll go searching."

    "What if I need to go to the restroom?"

    "Hold it." I said in an agitated voice. Garrett was beginning to get on my nerves. He still didn't understand that there were people much bigger and much stronger out there trying to kill us. He was almost acting like a spoiled brat.

   He shut up.

   I sat perched on the tree branch like a crow. I was trying to see if there were any signs of food or water.

    "Darian?" Garrett asked


    "If I die, please make sure to tell my Grandma that I love her, and thanks for all she's done."

    My eyes began to sting with tears. I blinked them away.

    "Ok." I said in a choky voice

     "Darian, can we talk?"

    "About what?"

     "Well you know, like what's your favorite color?"


     "Why green?"

     "Because, that's how all the animals fatten up, by eating green grass. Then I shoot them, kill them, and eat them. It makes me less hungry, that's why I like the color green."

    "Ok. That's ummm, not exactly the nicest answer to your favorite color, but I see why."

    "Well, do you got a better reason to why whatever your favorite color is?"

    "I'd have to say it's between yellow and orange."



    "Because why?"

    "Because, that was the last colors my brother got to see before he died."

    My heart jumped a beat.

    "When he was shot, Jenny's sister turned his face towards the sunset, so he could see that he had lived through that last day. The sunset was so calming, then she sang him a song that goes like this." Garrett said

      Little bird, don't be shy, spread your wings and fly.

    Fly away, to heaven's gates, you really haven't died.

    Your soul, will live in my heart, as you take another step in life.-------

    Your soul will live in my heart, even though your body has cried.------

      Little bird, don't be shy, spread your wings and fly.

    I'll be there one day, to laugh, to play.

     And maybe I'll stay-----

     with you, my little blue------  jay-----

      I thought about that song. I believe it's true, that you don't ever die, that if you love someone enough, a little piece of you will stay in their heart for protection. Then when your soul mate is ready, you go on with them and meet in heaven.

   "Do you think that your brother is with Jenney's sister in heaven?" I asked

   He looked into my eyes.

   "Yes I do, I really do."

    "They were way to young to die."

     "You know, they were, they really, truly were." Garrett looked away from me, searching...searching for something, as he always is searching.

     We sat up in that tree for about 10 minutes before we heard someone coming.

    "Duck down!" I whispered to Garrett

    A girl about 15 years old came running past our tree, she tripped over the vines that we left on the ground. Her hands started to shake as she tried to free herself. I wanted to help her so bad, but she had a knife in her hand and I was afraid that she would try to stab me.

     A large boy with black hair came running towards her with an axe in his hand. Blood covered his hands and face, it almost looked as if she had stabbed him somewhere and he was trying to seek revenge.

    Before I could process what he was about to do, he took his axe and wedged it through her head. Blood splattered everywhere. The girl moaned with pain. This was the kid that Derek had been worried about to begin with.

    I gasped, and Garrett quickly threw his hand around my face. The black headed boy looked up as if he heard something. We both held our breath. He finally left as if he had never killed anyone.

   We both let out our breath.

    I hopped down from branch to branch and landed on the ground.

    "What are you doing! That kid isn't very far away!"

    "Shut up Garrett and get down hear to help me! She's obviously in pain! We must do something!"

    "She's obviously dead!"

    "She's still moaning, at least we can do something to let her know were still here for her."


    Garrett hopped down from the tree and landed beside me. I held the girl's head up in my hand. I didn't care if blood covered me, if I was in pain I would want somebody doing this for me.

    The axe was still in her hand.

   "So, what do we do?"

    "Ummm, sing that Blue Jay song you sang earlier. I'll try to get the axe out."

    "Should you really mess with the axe in her head?"

    "Would you want to have an axe in your head when your dying?"

     "Good point."

     "Just sing the song."

    Garrett began to sing the song. He had a beautiful voice.

    I grabbed the handle of the axe and tried to coax it out, it fell out pretty easily.

    Blood began to flow from her head. I didn't look at it close enough to see if her brain was on the verge of falling out.

   I held her hand while Garrett sang the song, I noticed her other hand was still holding the knife firmly. I brushed the hair from her face. She murmured something but I couldn't hear. It sounded like "Take the stay."

   I repeated it in my head, thinking what it meant.

    Then she repeated it again, and it sounded more like "Make them pay."

    This made more sense.

    "I will." I said

    The knife fell out of her hand, and her eyes closed. I knew she was dead.

    Her hand unfolded from mine.

    "Grab the knife and axe, we must move." I constructed Garrett

   "Why?" he asked

    "Do you not get it! Did you not see what just happened! We must keep moving and never stop. People will eventually find us."

     He grabbed the axe and knife and began to follow me. We were about to start the Hunger Games.











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