You attempt to wait him out, you may have succeeded in combat against a normal tribute but definitely not a Career. Keeping track of the nightly broadcasts, only the boy from District 2 is left. You spend hours stocking up on food, stuffing your pack to the brim. You find a good place to hide in as the sun droops down. You have a bite to eat before you fall asleep.
You're startled awake by the sound of thunder. Every crash is deafening and every strike of lightning is blinding. It's impossible to concentrate on anything. You get up to leave when you barely catch a scream out of the uproar and the storm suddenly stops. The rumble of the cannon now seems tranquil.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, the Victor of the 72nd Annual Hunger Games!"
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