Who| Nick, Luke and open to his fellow zombros
What| Nick suffered fatal injuries at the cornucopia. Won't be long now~
Where| The woods?
When| Beginning of week 1.
Warnings/Notes| It's Nick. It's bloody depressing. :'D



There hasn't been a single day in Nick's life in which he would tell himself that he's being a fuckin' idiot. Today was no exception. They all knew the risk of going for the cornucopia but that didn't deter him from trying if it mean to give him and his group an edge later. It worked before...unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side (was it ever?) when the only things he managed to gain from the attempt were a couple of stabbings. It happened so quick that it barely dawned on him that he was already going to die. He barely crawled away as other tributes focused more on grabbing whatever supplies they could, though a part of him wished whoever did him in went back to finish the job, because everything hurt. Though his movement was slow and sluggish, the thoughts in his head were rapid, wondering if he would wake up to that familiar medical room or to a lurker gnawing into his neck. The blood loss experience wasn't new for him, as hilariously sad as it was true for him. He'd have actually laughed if he could.

He must have lost consciousness because as soon as he opened his eyes, he realizes he's being carried on someone's back. Although he can barely keep his eyes open to see feet steadily pacing forward, it's the familiar warmth that lets him know who's with him.

"M'sorry," he mumbles into Luke's neck, where his head is resting, and repeats himself because his own voice is barely audible to him. He's not exactly sure what he's apologizing for. There had been a dozen things that he feels the need to apologize for but the specifics aren't coming to mind. Everything feels slow and hazy, so he just uses whatever amount of focus he has left to hold on just a little while longer.