What's the Word? [Zack]

[sbeeg]

Zack Detroff

Zack started down the side of the mountain. He needed to stop calling the land growth a mountain, he knew it was different. It was streaming and giving off smoke, that meant it was a... a...

He'd think of the word later.

Zack walked down the side of the "mountain" stopping a few times to rest. Every time his lids slid down for a brief blink he saw her. Enigma. She was walking with him, laughing. At first he didn't like these visions, they hurt more than that dead boy's blade ever could- but the he found pleasure in seeing Enigma again even if it was his own imagination. One time, when he was resting, he closed his eyes and she was there, sitting next to him looking at the hole that was once his ear. Zack reached out to her, wanting to take her in his arms and kiss her like that image that was branded into his skull but she vanished into a fine mist. His eyes snapped open and reality crushed him.

"Keep yourself together, Zack. Don't go crazy no matter what this Arena brings. Stay together. Stay sane," Zack didn't register the fact that he was talking to himself when he made the pact to stay sane but hey, can you really blame him? Walking around the base of the... damn what is that word? Anyway, Zack stopped and heard something, a gurgling kind of sound. He followed it until he came to a small stream. The dry patch forming in the back of his throat screamed at him and greedily he lowered himself onto the rocks, riping off his pack and quickly pulling out his water jug. Watching the water stream into the container was like watching a God give life to clay. Changing.

Once it was full, Zack set on the ground beside him as he ruffled through his bag for the iodine tablets he had snatched from the boy's pack... which he had given to the girl. Didn't even know his name- just killed him. Zack didn't feel pleased at all.

He dropped the tablet into the water and sat back to wait. Did Enigma's murderer feel the same remorse? Probably not. They were more than likely some bulky Career boy who snapped her neck before she could defend herself. Was there even one of those types in the tribute pool this year?

Zack shook his head to clear it. His brain hurt when he thought to much. Right now there was just him, his water and the sky. Of course there were other things to that he didn't take it no account- the warm mountain right next to him, the stream bubbling along and his ear sitting, wrapped up, in his pack.

Pain was growing in his limbs, and despite his high tolerance for it- Zack broke down and pulled out his highly coveted medical kit. He pulled out a roll of bandages and as he wrapped it around the many cuts that were scattered along his body he mumbled a thank you and an apology.

"I'm sorry, but thank you... whoever you were- are."

[Zack has filled and purified one jug of water and has used 5ft of bandages plus his first aid]