I heard leaves crunch under my feet as I power walked through the forest. Hoping I wouldn't have a run in with the other inhabitants of this planet. My brain roared with thoughts of what happened before I walked out the gates of the camp. When Octavia kissed me. I felt my cheeks warm up at the thought. So focused in my thoughts I didn't notice the root in front of me or the hill following it. A scream fled from my throat as I found myself slipping down a muddy ledge. I felt bruises engulfing my skin as my body hit the hard earth below me. One last searing pain was felt before my body came to a complete stop. Gasps of air fled from my lungs as I laid at the bottom in the mud. Sobs started leaving my lips, an angered scream was the last of my energy before I faded out of consciousness.

I awoke with a gasp bolting up. I groaned as a pounding pain came from above my hip bone. Tears leaked from my eyes as used my arms to sit against a tree. As my back hit the tree I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I hissed as I lifted up my shirt revealing a deep gash in my side. More tears fell as the situation sunk in. I was injured and hours away from camp, probably going to die. I shivered from the darkness that now surrounded me. If the lack of blood didn't kill me the cold would. But then I remembered something, from the educational books they gave me to read in the skybox. Third year earth skills if I remember correctly. I grabbed some grass, rocks and sticks from around me. I put the grass down and held a rock in both hands. "I can do this." I said my motivation aloud trying to convince myself I could complete the task at hand. "Let's go." I rubbed the rocks together again and again for what felt like hours, until one little spark floated down onto the dry grass beneath. It expanded until two sparks now danced on the grass. I bent my face down and blew on the sparks now growing into a small fire. I quickly piled some of the sticks I grabbed atop the fire. My eyes got heavy as my eyes watched the growing fire in front of me, from the blood loss I inferred. My head had now started to pound, I looked down to my shirt, which the blood had now bled through my shirt. I was going to bleed to death. But then I remembered something from one of those movies I watched. One that my dad let me watch, but I was way to young for. But I remembered something the hero did when he was injured.

My hand shook as I picked up a long rock. I stuck the left end into the fire until I felt the heat creeping up the stone. I lifted up the left side of my shirt where my wound was to see it still pouring blood. I grabbed the heated rock in my right hand and pressed it to my flesh.