User blog:Rockman117/Rockman's Fanfiction

I was thinking about writing this for a while now. Hope you like it.

Part 1
I'm operating on pure adrenaline. Every step is an effort. An effort to survive. My lips part, struggling to find air. The blood running down my arm doesn't help either. Right now, I need to find something that will stop the bleeding. If I can do that, I can live. I struggle to take my mind off the wound. I try to think of who I am and what got me here.

My name is Garret Woods, and I am 15 years old. I live in District 1, and I volunteered for the Hunger Games, just like my brother, who eventually became a victor. My district partner was Sparkle Adams, and she died on the second day when a pack of muttations attacked our group. On Day 4, the Capitol decided that it was the right time to drop small bombs into the arena. A bomb landed near the Career camp, and gave me the injuries I have now and seperated me from the group.

A stab of pain from one of my many shrapnel wounds puts me back to reality.That I need to survive, like my brother did. I continue to hobble through the forest, my eyes peeled for a plant that could help me. I could ask for a sponsor gift, but it might not get here in time. About a minute later, I find what I am looking for. A big, large plant that I could use for bandages. But as I reach for them, the world starts spinning. I start to lose my balance, and then I fall to the ground, landing on my injured arm.

"Not now." I say to the sky as I black out.