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Chapter 7
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I started to run through the forest so I could get away from murderous Lara. I used my bow to push past the branches of the trees. After about 20 minutes of running I couldn't hold on any longer and had to slow down to a walking pace. The forest seemed to go on forever, it was huge. I wondered if I would be able to find somewhere I could stay safe at night. Somewhere that I could sleep without having to worry about another tribute killing me.
I stopped for a moment and crouched behind a large clump of bushes. I started to search through the rucksack to see what useful things were in there. I took everything out one at a time and set them carefully on the ground. A torch, could be useful at night but one of the tributes might spot it. A litre sized bottle filled with water. A box of matches, that would most definitely attract attention to myself. A pair of black fingerless gloves, a small tin box that held 5 chicken legs. Since I had no idea how long the Games would last I decided to save those for when I was completely starving. Lastly there was a roll of bandages and a swiss army knife. Overall I decided I had gotten lucky with the bag I chose. With everything packed away I stood up and saw that I was face to face...with a llama.
It just stared right at me. I hadn't even noticed or heard it walk towards me when I was looking through my bag. It was so adorable that I just had to put my hand out towards it. The llama immeadiately leant its head into my palm
"Why the hell was there a llama in the arena?" I thought to myself. Then I noticed a piece of card on a string tied around the llama's neck. In neat black writing it said
"Hint- Llamas make great taxis"
No need to tell me twice. I slipped my arms through the bag straps, picked up my bow and climbed onto the llama's back. I expected it to attempt to throw me off but it just started to move forward when I had found some stability. The llama was quite slow, but gradually moved faster, not quite into a run but fast enough that we travelled quite some distance. So far the first few minutes of the Games had been absolutely horrifying, but at that moment, as I was being carried through the forest by a llama, I found myself to be quite relaxed. I thought maybe the Howell Games wouldn't be as difficult as I imagined. Boy was I wrong.
I stopped for a moment and crouched behind a large clump of bushes. I started to search through the rucksack to see what useful things were in there. I took everything out one at a time and set them carefully on the ground. A torch, could be useful at night but one of the tributes might spot it. A litre sized bottle filled with water. A box of matches, that would most definitely attract attention to myself. A pair of black fingerless gloves, a small tin box that held 5 chicken legs. Since I had no idea how long the Games would last I decided to save those for when I was completely starving. Lastly there was a roll of bandages and a swiss army knife. Overall I decided I had gotten lucky with the bag I chose. With everything packed away I stood up and saw that I was face to face...with a llama.
It just stared right at me. I hadn't even noticed or heard it walk towards me when I was looking through my bag. It was so adorable that I just had to put my hand out towards it. The llama immeadiately leant its head into my palm
"Why the hell was there a llama in the arena?" I thought to myself. Then I noticed a piece of card on a string tied around the llama's neck. In neat black writing it said
"Hint- Llamas make great taxis"
No need to tell me twice. I slipped my arms through the bag straps, picked up my bow and climbed onto the llama's back. I expected it to attempt to throw me off but it just started to move forward when I had found some stability. The llama was quite slow, but gradually moved faster, not quite into a run but fast enough that we travelled quite some distance. So far the first few minutes of the Games had been absolutely horrifying, but at that moment, as I was being carried through the forest by a llama, I found myself to be quite relaxed. I thought maybe the Howell Games wouldn't be as difficult as I imagined. Boy was I wrong.
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