SHORT Remake of the Hunger Games!!

Backpack, First Night, and Careers

In the back pack, I find a small, cheap compass that hooks onto the belt loop of my pants. I curse and wish I'd opened this earlier so I'd know if I had been heading straight in the woods, or if I had gradually turned, doing a huge arc and actually being closer to the Cornucopia. I continue to pull out objects. A small canteen that could only fit a few large gulps of water at a time. A small straw like-object with a 8 darts. I guess that they are poisonous, so I quickly put them down to avoid hurting myself. Then I pull out the last object that was stuffed at the very bottom. Personally it's my favorite. It a black, fleece blacket. It's not a jacket, which would be better if I had to run, but it's perfect for now. Super warm and will hide the small bits of skin that is showing through the dirt well. I set it to the side and begin digging more. I finally dig a hole about two feet deep, two feet wide, and two feet long. As small as I can squeeze into, to conserve heat. Then I grab the blanket and wrap it around me. I'm so small that if I lay in a fetal position, the blanket covers me all the way around from head to toe. I'm so lucky. Most of the tributes are either dead or cold. Much worse than me. I am hungry though. But I push it to the side to deal with in the morning. I drift to sleep.

But, when I finally wake up, I'm not worried about starving. I am alert and scared. I hear a twigs snapping and a group of people talking. They don't seem scared, Careers I bet. I peek around from the bottom of the bush by the ground, where most people wouldn't notice a few leaves move. What I see shocks and scares me more than finding Careers. What I see is the other District kids. Districts 6-11. Not all of them, but I can tell none of them are the original Careers. It's a group of about 6, each holding a dangerous weapon, cheering, talking. Acting as a team, like they own the place. 'What happened to the real Careers,' I wonder. But I don't go out. I don't join them. It doesn't matter who they are. What districts they are from. Those people, no, those *kids* are the Careers. I can't trust them, I tell myself. No. They'd kill me. Trick me. I don't know. Maybe they'd accept me? No, I can't bank my life on a 'maybe'.

They soon leave. I don't dare strike them with one of my darts. I'm too outnumbered. One of them would see where it came from, and another would chop my cover down with a sword or machete, and violently end me. So I wait them out, and they finally leave. I get out and stretch my cramped legs and look for a way to get food.