Finally calm, I cautiously exit the tube and enter the accommodations with Cypress’s left arm still in my grasp. It’s a surreal feeling really, getting this far in the Games. I mean I never doubted my potential, but I did question if was going to die. Yes even I, self proclaimed ‘queen of the banter’ had uncertainty about death.
Dropping my weapons to the ground I roll onto the bed, still in pain from my open wounds. The burns were the most severe of course; so severe that all of my nerve endings in my back are pretty much destroyed. The pain was dull, but mostly I just feel solid blackness. My guess is third degree judging by the looks and symptoms. What a fuck fest. thank you Cypress
The Fallen begins to play while I start tending to myself, cleaning up the bits of excess blood. Only a cloth and water this time around, no first aid kid. Not much, but it’ll have to do I guess. I at least have some water and something to eat so theres that as well.
On closer inspection, I start to laugh tasting the soup, noticing its technically all broth,“Chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side!” Bitches making me remember these dumb childhood songs and shit, I doubt anyone has a clue what I’m talking about.
I’m almost as mad as the girl who believes in wonderland...
One by one tributes begin to fall, a record day it seems like. With my kill being the gruesome end I realize only three of us remain... Holy shit, just three.
The duo from Three are the only ones standing in my way of becoming a Victor. I can take them, I can do this, I have too.
