Not Far To Go [Jared vs. Zinnia]
Mar 31, 2010 11:48:52 GMT -5
Post by Lulu on Mar 31, 2010 11:48:52 GMT -5
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I am at the very edge of the forest, having traveled from its heart, where I fought Windy and Blue, the previous night. I don't know what made me move, but perhaps it has something to do with the feeling that I won't be here in this arena very longer. There's only six of us left; how long can we keep to ourselves before the Gamemakers push us together? One thing's for certain, though, I do not want to be forced upon the other tributes. If I'm going to fight, it will be of my own free will, and not because the Gamemakers want me to.
Which is why I've moved just a bit closer to the action.
I'm not in very good shape, and my nighttime hike hasn't done me much good. I was determined to preserve my sophisticated Capitol medicine after the fight yesterday, and I wouldn't let myself use it. Because wouldn't I feel better in the morning? Well, morning has come, and I still feel pretty terrible. I can't keep myself away from that medicine any longer.
I remove the pristine white case adorned with a red cross from my pack, and only let my eyes linger on it for a second before prying it open. Inside I find a small syringe filled with a clear liquid. It briefly crosses my mind that this could be a trick, that the Gamemakers have placed a poison in this syringe that will kill me rather than heal me. But I push the thought away and inject it into my arm anyway.
The effect is immediate. I feel a drastic increase in my alertness, and it numbs the pain right away. I can hardly feel the numerous gashes on my person. I silently praise myself for going to that feast two days ago. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have gotten this medicine.
I wouldn't be ready to fight.