You look around for a good place to stay for as long as you can, hoping the other tributes will kill each other off. You find a rather sheltered spot by a pond that has berry bushes around it. You remain there for a couple days until the night sky tells you there are only three remaining tributes; Kiara didn't make it.

The following morning you wake up to a buzzing noise. You look around and see a dark cloud, like smoke, advancing on you. You realize it's a horde of tracker jackers, zoned in on you. You sprint away from your "home" and eventually the buzzing noise subsides. You're not sure whether that's a good sign or not.

A canon sounds.

A scream pierces the air and you see a burly boy from District 2 sprinting toward you. A cacophony follows him. You see a group of spider monkeys following him closely. Trees aren't an option, maybe a lake. You run in a separate direction from the other boy, hoping they won't follow you, but you here their screaming following you. You spot a shimmer and run to it. A brown, muddy lake, but it's something to hope for. You dive into it and are glad to see three of the primates fall in and drown. The others pace around the lake, looking for a way to get to you. 

You stay in the lake for half an hour, your arms and legs are seizing from treading water, but you stick with it because it's all you have since you are surrounded by sadistic monkeys. 

A canon sounds, and the monkeys grudgingly leave. 

 

Congratulations you have won the Hunger Games.