CPHG CHAPTER 4 (Day 2)

I finally decided to work on my CPHG.

Here it is.

(p.s. I changed it up from my last one)

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DAY 2

Shivers run up and down my spine as Fishy finished off Elp. How could someone just live like that knowing you KINDA just slaughtered someone with your own bare flippers. The murder could've been worse, like she could've applied two pounds of pressure to her nose bone and BOOM it's in her brain. Lovely. "The deed's done!" Fishy happily claimed. "Great. Now let's go set up camp." Gloobert stated.

After what seems like a century of walking and coming across some tracker jackers that haven't been disturbed yet, we finally found a decent place to set up camp. "Fishy and Scarlet are on hunting, Wail and I are going to weave some sleeping bags of grass, and Daisy and Bunny can try not to kill each other." Gloobert says. Sleeping bags of grass....let's see how that works out if they set the arena on fire. 

Fishy and I stumble along a nice place to hunt in the arena; which is absolutely rare. "I wonder if any of us are gonna win the Games." Fishy questions to no one in particular. "It's a possibility I'd hope for." I reply as I aim for a bird in a tree and falls to it's death. After a long silence and the sound of my mops going down some throats of deer (what are they doing in this arena) and Fishy's knives slitting throats of innocent birds, I ask "Don't you just wish you can go back and change everything.". "Everything as in banning the digestion of fish to Canadian bacon? Yeah I'd like that." Fishy pauses and says "But yeah, in the actuality of things I'd love to do that.". "Too bad you can't though..." I say. 

We walk back to camp in silence, wonder, and a lot of game. It's nice to see Bunny and Daisy alive. I wonder how they managed that though. "Oh good, you're back." Daisy says. "I was about to kill someone if you didn't come back with food.". The thought of that actually scares me and I quickly hand some game to her and throw the rest on the fire Wail made. While that cooks I manage to find a small stream near the campsite and clean off my mop of any remains of blood. What? I like to keep it clean for the next victim! I'm not that heartless. Plus how would you like it if I ran up to you and shoved a dirty mop that probably touched some pretty gruesome stuff down your throat? 

We all eat the game in silence (or it may be just the awkward-ness of the whole thing) and then take turns watching for any tributes wandering this late. When I settle in my sleeping bag, I can't help but wonder what our lives would be like without any of this, the Capitol, The Games, Mutts, anything. Later on my thoughts drag on and entwine with the anthem and the faces of the lost tributes and I enter a pleasant nightmare.

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I know it wasn't all of it but I wanted each day to be slightly detailed and all and not rushed. Also, I'm going to post day 2 later on today so calm 'yo fruitcakes. 

BYEEEE :)