Gale
We ran for our lives. Hannah was on my back as usual.
Wild bear-like creatures chased us all the way to the Cornicopia.
All of a sudden, there was a wave of silence. And then I blacked out.
* * *
I woke up to find 16 crossbows lined up in a row. I knew instantly that there was one for each tribute. I knew what they were for. We would be expected to kill each other. Now.
Hannah
Both tributes from Districts 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 12, and 13 were left. And we were all stuck in this little bubble. It had a radius of about only 50 feet.
We were trapped.
Gale spoke up, "We're supposed to kill each other."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. Some tributes wore grimmaces on their faces while others trembled with fear.
Gale continued, "There's one bow for each of us. When I came into this, I vowed to myself, and to Hannah, that I wouldn't take a life while I was in the arena."
That's when an idea struck me. I got up, got one of the wooden crossbows and broke it in half. Gale did the same.
"I will never kill someone I love," I said looking at Gale.
