Rachel's POV:

The gong rings out and I run forward. I scoop up an armful of supplies and start running away. I slow down once I get to the trees, then I lean up against a tree and watch the other tributes scramble around the cornucopia. I pick up a small loaf of bread and start tearing out chunks and plopping them in my mouth. My heartbeat slows down and I relax. It suddenly seems like I'm watching the Games on tv from the safety of my living room. The warm breeze rustles leaves at my feet. Birds chirp in the distance. I close my eyelids and feel.

Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in my chest. I look down and see blood pouring out from where an arrow peeks right through my chest. How could I be so stupid?

Before I die, I see someone picking up my supplies.

Then I fade into the light.