SHORT Remake of the Hunger Games!!

First Day-Forest

My mind screams at me. "This can't be happening. No! This-this isn't real!" But I still know, in some calm hidden part of my mind, that it is. That I am in the Games and I'm not leaving.

My shoes pound against the concrete. I go down the street several blocks until the street goes left and right, but not straight. Straight is a nasty downhill that I would be more likely to break my neck down than somehow winning this. I turn right and gradually slow down. But I keep jogging in the least.

"Find water." Katniss had told Zorran and I. "It's your new best friend." Peeta had said. Katniss laughed as if it was a personal joke between them. Zorran. Where was he? I abruptly stopped and turned around to look for him. I continue to run again as I don't see him.

I finally take an old gravel road that eventually gets smaller and smaller. How much time had went by? An hour? Two? I can't tell. But I continue until the road becomes nonexistent and I'm  standing in a small wooded area. I sigh. Water. Where am I supposed to find that? I start walking randomly forward. Putting as much distance between me and the Cornucopia.

It finally gets dark, and I realize that the woods are much bigger than I thought. I try to get a grip on one of the trees but I can't pull myself up. On any of them. The Careers could be coming, my brain tells me, it's been long enough. They've had time to kill and pick supplies. I start spitting all over the dirt and I roll around like a pig in mud, making it stick to me. I scan the area quietly for a bush, and I finally find one with thick leaves, and even better, not 100 feet from a small stream. Not a big enough water source to attract many people, but enough to keep me and a couple of people supplied, I cup my hands and drink the cold water. . I force my way into the bush and I break off all of the extra twigs. Most of them I use to conceal myself better, but others I set aside. When I assure myself that I am hidden on all sides of the bush, and I begin to dig underneath me. Warmth. It's going to get cold, and this bush will block out some wind, but not much and almost none of the cold. My fingers quickly grow numb and I stop the try to warm them. Once they are finally usable, I fumble with the back pack's zipper and pull it open. I pull out the objects and examine what could very well save my life.