AK's Journal of the Fleeker Games

This is based on what I imagine to happen to my tribute each day, so I will keep adding more as the event goes on. I will often refer to the tribute as "AK" (cause it's shorter obviously, lol)

Day 1: All 24 of the tributes arrive at the center of the cornucopia. AKPOP1010 looked around to see if she recognized anybody. She glanced to her right and noticed Panem, the other tribute of district 11. AK wasn't a fighter, and deep down she knew she was too frightened to fight for supplies in the bloodbath that was going to occur on the little island. Instead, she was going to swim to safety and reach the arena.

Before AK knew what was going on, she saw several tributes running for the supplies in the bags. This was it. She jumped into the cold water and swam far away from cries of agony that came from the other tributes. AK closed her eyes and pretended she couldn't hear or think about anything that was going on around her.

The tribute used all of her strength to get to safety. Her mind started to wonder, and she wondered if Panem was alright and if she was swimming to safety with her.

Finally, land was in sight. AK sighed with relief. She thought it was over for now. When she reached land, she took several gasps of air and nearly laughed at her victory.

Her attitude changed when she noticed about twenty feet away from her in the water was a tribute with muddy hair and pale skin holding down another tribute's head under water. AK couldn't forget the face of absolute fury and determination, as if she was angry at the other tribute simply for living. Finally, she let go. AK had seen enough. She ran far away from the scene with her eyes full of tears.

AK collapsed on the ground exhausted. She felt so weak and powerless. She noticed something laying down on the ground, not even thirty feet ahead of her. AK's curiosity got the best of her. Was it it a tribute? Perhaps she could make friends with the seemingly exhausted tribute. She walked cautiously over to the figure.

It WAS a tribute. She was wearing a gold and black wet suit and she was closing her eyes. AK hoped that perhaps she was just resting, but upon closer inspection, she realized that the tribute had passed. AK looked for any sign of injury, but it appeared that the tribute had died from some other cause, possibly sheer exhaustion. Instead of running away, AK took a few minutes to gather some wild flowers for the fallen tribute. Silently, she placed the flowers in the tributes hand on her chest.

In the distance, AK heard five cannon shots fired. Day 1 was over. With that, she left the fallen tribute and walked away with tear filled eyes and a longing heart that went out to all five of the fallen tributes. This was going to be a lot more difficult than she could even imagine.

Day 2: The surviving tributes were forced to either camouflage in their surroundings or fight against other tributes ruthlessly. Again, AKPOP knew she wasn't a fighter and would do a lousy job of fighting. She decided to try camouflaging with the trees and climb high up, away from the chaos.

AK put on a brown tank top and old ripped jeans over her green swimsuit. The tribute then put on a large, slightly over sized camouflage jacket. She tied a green scarf around her neck and with determination she muttered underneath her breath, "I am going to survive this day if it's the last thing I do".

With that, she went on her way to find a tree that she found suitable enough to climb.

While on her journey, AK noticed something from the corner of her eye. She spun to her left and saw what looked to be Panem in a black hood entering a cave. Excited, AK was about to say something to her fellow tribute from District 11 when suddenly, a sword appeared from the darkness of the cave and sliced the dark hooded figure.

Mortified, AK hid behind a tree in panic.

She heard two female voices echo from the cave.

"Is she dead?"

"Sh! Yes, she's dead. Be careful, she could of been with someone."

"I don't see anybody."

"Good, let's bring her inside, it looks like she might have some supplies."

AK couldn't see the tributes, but she could hear Panem getting dragged across grass, then across the rocky ground in the cave.

AK was absolutely furious. The attackers seemed to have no respect for the dead whatsoever. With angry tears stinging her eyes, she climbed up the tree she was hiding behind. Splinters of wood got in her hands, but she couldn't care less. Nearly blinded by her tears, AK reached the top of tree.

The tired tribute just sighed and turned her head to face the sky. "My family misses me," she said softly. AK hung her head in dismay. With Panem deceased, AK was the only one left to defend her district.

Once AK stopped talking to herself and actually listened to her surroundings, she could hear a faint buzzing sound that sounded like it was coming from her right, several feet away from her.

AK considered the noise. "Tracker jackers," she muttered. "I should be safe if I go around them.."

AK noticed movement below her. She looked down and her heart skipped a beat. A tribute was climbing up the tree with a sword in hand and Panem's hood over her head.

It was the tribute that killed Panem.

Fearfully, AK quickly started climbing down the tree. Another tribute was approaching from out of the cave. Frantic, AK couldn't see the tribute well, but she noticed the tribute had a hatchet in her hand.

When AK took one more step down, she realized she had messed up big time. Her foot was on the tracker jacker nest. She screamed in agony as she felt sharp pain go through her pant legs. AK could feel her leg slip from the tree branch and her body fall nearly twenty feet through the air.

With a bone breaking "THUD", AK landed on the ground in a twisted position. Even with her vision blurred, she could see both tributes slowly approach her. With her final breath, she said in a low voice "It's over now."