The goal was to impress them. But really. How was a guy from district eleven going to impress people from the Capitol? Especially since they’d see him after basically every other tribute in the bunch. There was no way Walter would even stand out. Still, though. He had to show up. Who knew what would happen if he didn’t?
But the worst part of it was, he didn’t know what the heck he was going to show them. He knew showing them anything related to combat was going to be a disaster. He barely knew how to hold and swing a staff, and his hand to hand combat skills were even more lacking. In comparison to the career tributes, he d
Walter didn't know how he ever became friends with a lazy, sex-crazed, glutton like Fin. He was trying to be serious about these games, but all Fin wanted to do was eat, lie around, and fuck him. Well, he wasn't going to sit around and let Fin drag him down, even if it meant letting him die in the arena. Fuck Fin. He could handle himself. Let him die in the bloodbath, see if he cared.
Walter didn't know why he even bothered trying to wake the lazy prick up anyway. All he got in response from prodding the redhead was an angry groan and a swat of the arm. Well, fine. He went downstairs without him and decided practicing with a staff.
It’s my turn. Finally it’s my turn.
It’s been twelve winters since I was birthed into the world. And now it is my chance to win this year’s hunt for my family.
My father prepared me for this since I was very young. And now that I’ve had my first blood, I am ready.
Winter is coming soon, and there would not be enough meat to go around. So I need to bring it home. The elders had decreed it so. After all, they’re the ones who interpret the stars. The god’s words.
The gods require a sacrifice. Two young from the tribe. And it is my job to make sure I am not one of those two. Only three will go into th