Jackson Overland looked around the field. They were in a clearing. All the other tributes were in a circle and in the middle was the cornucopia. A few meters from the clearing was the densest jungle Jack has ever seen, even from his hunting days.

His father was the best hunter in their District and his mother could make the best clothes and the tastiest bread but everything they sold was cheap because they knew not much could afford food and most of the time they give away food for free. Jackson mostly stays at home and tries to please his younger sister who had an illness. She was very weak and always in pain and he always made her laugh. If he ever gets home from this, he was planning to go ice skating with her.

He could hear the number counting down. He looked at the other tributes he remembered from training. There was the small kid from district 6, the strong redhead from District 12, where poverty is the worst, The peaceful girl with the badly cut short brown hair from District 5 and her friend the protective, thin boy with the fake leg.

Jackson eyed the cornucopia. He needed a backpack and a weapon he could use. He heard the signal sound.

The games have begun.

He ran towards the cornucopia. He could hear other tributes screaming and running. He could hear blood spilling and hard punches. He reached the nearest back pack and he was about to grab it when something hard hit him on the back. He fell on his chest and he started breathing heavy and coughing.

He felt a foot on his back. He frantically tried to stand up until he felt the edge of a blade on his back. He stood still. He can't believe he will die at the very beginning of the games.

Then, Jackson heard a sound of an arrow passing just above his head and hitting the person on top of him. He looked up to see the strong redhead from District 12. She loaded another arrow and got ready to shoot him.

Jackson's eyes widened and he rolled to the right just in time to miss the arrow. Jackson grabbed the pack and saw the person that nearly killed him with a blade. It was a boy with sand hair and had an arrow on his forehead. Jackson immediately grabbed his short blade and ran for the forest.

He spotted the redhead running after him and he ran faster. He heard arrows whizzing past him and hitting nearby trees. He ran even faster and he stripped and fell on some thick vines. He looked down only to see the ground 30 feet below. He had run into a cliff and he was dangling on the vines.

He turned around to see the redhead standing above him.

"If you are going to kill me, can I at least have your name?" Jackson tried.

The redhead looked at him like he was crazy and started loading an arrow.

He felt like he had no other choice. He quickly cut the vines and started falling.

The redhead's eyes widened and she shot the arrow.

Jackson felt a searing pain on his side and his vision started getting blurry. The ground and the trees were coming towards him fast and his vision started getting blurry.

He already passed out before he touched the tree tops.