The 73rd Annual Hunger Games- Chapter 8
As the tube slowly ascends into the arena if feel myself panicking more and more. I have never been more terrified in my life and you can tell because I can't stop myself from shaking. There's nothing more I can do now than go down fighting. My heart stops as I can see the blinding light of the arena and before I know it I'm squinting my eyes and the air is hitting my face. I gasp, the air is incredibly damp and it's raining very lightly, because of the wind it's hitting me right in the face. It's cold as well. The air is nothing like it is in the Capitol, which is dry, but it feels more like home.
The voice of Claudius Templesmith echoes in my ears, "Ladies and gentlemen let the 73rd Annual Hunger games begin!"
I have 60 seconds to analyze the area. The cornucopia shines in the middle, supplies scattered all around. It sits in a relatively small clear-cut area devoid of anything. It's completely dirt, bits of roots, and leaves. We are completely surrou