You decide to drink from the stream, rather wanting to risk death of poison or infection than dehydration. The water seems fine, so you drink some more. You follow up the stream to look for possible food sources, and with your eyes on the stream you fall into a patch of quicksand. You immediately scrabble for something to hold onto but the ground is completely flat. Your first instinct is to yell for help, and you do so. You wish you didn't.
You idiot, there are people here trying to kill you!
If you call for help, go to Chapter Twenty.
If you stay quiet and grab for branches, go to Chapter Twenty-One.
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The 72nd Annual Hunger Games (Choose your own Adventure!)
FanfictionWarning: There is a mild amount of gore. Those who have read the Hunger Games Series should be alright reading this. I do not own the Hunger Games, this is a fan made story. The Hunger Games is written by Suzanne Collins. Warning: Poor Writing. I wr...
