Snippet #1527214

Serina silently boarded the train car that would bring her to the place she would either die at, or emerge from with the blood of 23 innocent souls on her hands. She quickly surveyed the train car. If she could just take the seat itself out of this train car, she could probably sell it illegally and have enough funds to feed her family for a year. She sunk in the seat, enviously caressing the material. She leaned back and sighed quietly. With so many different thoughts running through her head, it was going to be a long ride. She pushed any depressing thoughts of her family and her life back in District Eleven out of her head. While so many other tributes were probably planning out how they would kill others, Serina planned a bit differently. She brainstormed a list of potential landscapes the arena might be in, and tried to focus on how she could use the landscape in each one to her advantage. She grinned to herself-she had her plan. While everyone else slaughtered each other, she would lay in wait, stalking her prey, attacking when they reached their weakest points. "Bingo," she thought. With her plans set, she drifted off to sleep.