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.


11. .

       We began to walk cautiously. Garrett had the axe and I had the knife.

      We must have walked for what seemed like an hour, but was only ten minutes. I still couldn't believe that we had only been in the arena for a little over 3 hours. We walked through tons of trees, brush and thorns. Garrett wasn't too scratched up, but I was the one in the front cutting the path, so I had a ton of scratches.

    My two braided pigtails had been mostly pulled out of the hairband. My hair was a matted mess. My hands were brown from dirt, and my suit had blood and rips all over it. Garrett was covered with scratches and dirt as well, but his suit was not as ripped. At one point in time when we were walking, I even got caught in a sticker bush. All Garrett did was stand there and laugh when I had to cut all the thorns away. I later laughed. But at the time, I didn't think it was that funny because someone could've came up and killed us, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything but stand there, trapped.

   Garrett began to slow down.

   "Darian, what's the point of this? What are we even looking to find?"

    "Water. Now get up, we must keep moving."

   "No way! I'm staying right here, I'm too tired to move."

   "Ok, you stay here and get killed. If you want to find me, I'll be looking for water."

   I began to march ahead, leaving him behind. He got up and followed me, though. He was like a helpless puppy.

    I kept on walking, slashing the brush with my knife. Garrett was behind me whistling a song.

    Suddenly, I heard something in the distance.

    "Shut up Garrett."

   "Don't tell me to shut up, I can do whatever I want." He began to whistle louder

   "No, seriously be quiet, it sounds like someone's coming."

   I strained my ears toward the sound. It sounded as if somebody was coming near us.

   "Duck Garrett, duck!"

    I squatted down behind some thick brush, and pulled him down with me.

    I peeked through a little opening in the brush. It was the black-headed boy.

   I crouched down by Garrett.

   "Who is it?" He asked

   "Shhh...he's back."


    "The black-headed boy."

   He gasped and I quickly threw my hand over his mouth.

    I peeked through the brush.

    The boy was running, but not from something, it looked as if he was running to something.

    My heart dropped. I think he had spotted us.

    "Get your axe ready, and get in a position to where you can easily get up and run." I whispered

     The boy stopped by the brush we were crouched down by. He had a little knife in is hand. It was the first time I actually looked at him close. He was chubby, maybe about 250 pounds. He was probably only 5'8 too. If we had to, we could easily outrun him.

    He came closer to where we were. He looked around a little, but then took off.

    I let my breath out.

    "Is he gone?" Garrett asked.

    "Yes, let's continue to walk."

    We both got up and continued to walk.

    "Garrett, we must find water, find Derek, and find a safe place to sleep through the night. Now since the black-headed boy knows that we exist, we must always be on the lookout. It looks as if he's circling the arena, trying to kill anyone he can spot."

    "Ya, I agree."

    We began to walk for another 10 minutes, when I came across a puddle. The ground had a line of an inch deep caven leading from it. It looks as if water had came from a stream and stopped at a hole, creating the puddle.

   "Garrett, look!"

    "What? It's a puddle, whoop-de-doo, nothing we can drink. Look how murky the water is."

    "Ya, the puddle isn't drinkable, but look at the line of caved-in dirt leading from it. It looks as if a stream has overflowed and lead to this. It would make since because we are on a slight slope."

    "You make a good point, let's follow it."

    "Well, duh. If you want to stay alive you better start noticing the little things."

    We began to run up the hill, following the little line of dirt. When we got to the top, it was a miracle. There was a stream of clear water.

   "Water!" Garrett yelled

   He began to run towards it.

   "Wait, stop! We don't know if it's drinkable. They could've put poison in it."

    He stopped at the edge.

   "Well, then how do we find out if it is?" he asked

   "Just wait a little, I bet an animal will come up and drink, then we can tell if it's drinkable."

     We both plopped down behind a boulder, keeping an eye out for any signs of an animal drinking.

    I began to collect my thoughts. Ever since I was drawn, I've been a little unaware of what was going on. I kept thinking, "How is this possible, why do they do this?" Now that I've realized that there is no going back, I've recollected my mind and put it in mode to where it can flip at the most instinctive moments. In order to live, you must have quick instincts.

    "Garrett, we need to talk."

    "Ya?" He was drawing something in the dirt with the tip of his axe.

     "You know that, ummm, well, you see..." I couldn't find the right words.

     I began to speak again.

     "That when we find Derek..." His blue, innocent eyes were staring into mine.

      "We will have a better chance to live." That was all I could say, with those helpless eyes staring deep into me, I couldn't come to tell him that when we find Derek, we'll have to dump him.

    "You got that right." He laughed.

   I looked away.

   "Why did this happen?" I thought

   I pinched myself. Trying to not go back in time, feeling sorrow.

   We waited there, probably for another 10 minutes before I heard footsteps crawling up to the creek. My heart jumped. This was our breaking point to find out if we were going to die of thirst or not.

   I peeked around the boulder.

   It was a strange looking animal. The body was shaped like a deer's, but had the head of a raccoon. A strange looking creature it was, but it was probably an experiment went wrong, and so the capital just stuck it in an arena.

   It began to drink. I watched it with hope, my body quenching with thirst. The animal then leaped away, with no harm.

    I ran towards the water, throwing myself in. Garrett followed.

    "Darian! Are you sure it's safe."

    "Yes! I just saw an animal drink from it!"

     "What type of animal was it?"

    "I don't know, like a cross between a deer and raccoon."

   "So, it was made by the capital..."

    "Ya, like what's the problem, it didn't die or anything." I stopped swimming around.

    "No, but it was created by the capital, I'm sure they made it to where it didn't die, it probably adapted!"

    Suddenly, a tingling sensation began to start at my feet, quickly making it's way up. I quickly jumped out of the water.

    I screamed, there was nothing I could do. The tingling turned to burning. In a matter of seconds, bumps began to form around my feet.

    Garrett picked me up and flung me over his shoulders. He began to ran as fast as he could. He ran as if there was no weight at all on his shoulders. I never knew he was this strong.

  "Where are you running!" I managed to spit out.

    "Must find Derek!"

    "Never mind Derek, go to the cornucopia, there must be medicine there!" 

    I couldn't help it, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I tried not to make any noise incase a tribute was near, but it was no use.

    Garrett kept running, he didn't have to run very far before he reached the open land where the cornucopia was centered in the middle.

   He took off at full speed. I would have never known he was this strong. And I guess I was mistaken about him not being the running type, because he could really run fast during a crisis situation.

   He ran past the mounds that we were positioned on at the beginning of the games. There were no bodies around, a hovercraft must've picked them up. We'll find out who died tonight.

    When we reached the cornucopia, there was barely any supplies left.

    Garrett lied me down gently outside the mouth of the cornucopia. He began to quickly rummage through what was left.

   The bumps were still running up my body, but they had slowed down.

    Garrett found a small tube full of cooling cream and threw it to me. I managed to rub it around my feet. I ripped off my sleeves. The water had not sunk through my suit around most of my body, just a little threw the openings on my legs and arms.

   I rubbed the cream all around. I settled down. The bumps turned to blisters.

   "Are you alright, Darian?" Garrett asked. He was kneeling beside me. Worry was spread across his face. I was sitting with my legs half bent in front of me. I was still rubbing in the cream.

   "Yes. It just...burned."

   "I could tell."

    "Thanks, though, Garrett. I would've died without you."

    I realized that if I did find Derek, we could not dump Garrett. Not after all he had done for me. He was a true friend.






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