Quickly, I run far from the other tributes, and into a dense, heavy with bushes, tree-filled area. Here, I climb a tall, tall tree to the last limb, and tie me and the bag to the tree. I just zipper the pack open and find throwing knives, an empty bottle of water, some dried beef strips, and three other things I'm too lazy to check right now.
"My social skills suck. I wonder why I'm still alive?"