I began limping along, my eyes never wavering from the mountain. For some reason it seemed like a beacon... maybe of hope? No, there was no hope in the forsaken place. Only death or waiting for death.
What snapped me back to my thoughts was a rustling sound beside me and the cracking of twigs. It sounded like when one of our lambs was running through the woods. Light but still present.
I fell back as gently as I could behind some bushes, my spear at the ready. Whatever it was, I didn't want it to find me. The leaves trembled a bit with me weight, but I thought I was safe for the moment.
"AAH!" I screamed as a blast of pain flew into my leg and burst through my body. I looked down and saw another spear, in through one side of my leg and down into the ground on the other.
"Aa- aaah," I gasped, trying to pull it out, but the effort just shoved the arrow in my shoulder deeper. Out of the bushes came a boy, another tribute. I tried to tell him to finish it... to stop the pain but all that came out was blood. I choked and gagged to make the horrible taste go away, but more came out. All I felt was a pinprick compared to all of the other pain I had gone through, but it was enough.
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