District 11: A Fan Story Of The 63rd Hunger Games

Prologue

I stumble and trip on sticker vines, I cover my face with my forearms to avoid any face damage as I barrel through the vines and shrubs that block my escape as I look for an exit blindly, I run for what feels like 10 to 15 minutes before I hit a thick wall of sticker vines that in my panic I sweep through swiftly with my knife, I run out onto a field, the  sudden light blinding me for a few seconds before I adjust to find the edge of the arena.