Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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I had acquired a weapon, only it happened to be an axe.
Crude, but effective. That is, for people who liked them.
Still, I had been surprised at the ease in which I had been able to claim the weapon. After all, I hadn't been the first person to discover it. By the the time I arrived, the other three guys were squabbling over who had the rights to it. I actually happened upon scene the instant one guy sliced into another guy's neck, causing me to witness my first bloody and gruesome death of the game.
Although, the only thing that really stood out to me was that the attackers' technique was terrible.
To be honest, if I couldn't find one of those then I hadn't planned on using a weapon at all. If need be, I had been prepared to fight with my fists for the whole game.
So the axe really didn't interest me at all. However, I still didn't mind lending a helping hand where it might be needed.
I called out to the two remaining men, preparing to offer them five minutes of my time, when they took one look at me and fled.
Leaving the axe behind.
On the way out, one threw a rock at me too, which happened to bounce off my head and left behind a slight cut. It didn't hurt, or do anything, but it still was enough to bleed.
Wonderful. It seemed like people were turning into savages way early in the game this year. Head wounds bleed like a motherfucker too, so I did the only logical thing I could have done in the situation.
I took off my shirt and made a bandage.
I had tucked the rest of the shirt into the small sack of essentials that had been given to each tribute, and added the chain mail as well. It would be uncomfortable to wear chain mail without a shirt. Then I had continued on my way, I had things to do after all.
I frowned down at the axe as I maneuvered around the sparsely covered woods, and part of the black blade reflected back some of the sunlight into my eyes. This stupid weapon already hated me, I just knew it. What in the world was I going to do with this thing? Nobody else on our team besides me, and maybe Nathan, knew how to use a battle axe.
