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I stagger around the woods, starving for food and gasping for a sip of water when I come across a young girl's body. "She must be the 12 year old from District 11" I think to myself and there is a large rucksack beside her. I approach the mangled body with caution and speed before I run away about 20 feet and look inside. The canon had just fired so it was obvious that she had been attacked by someone, or something, nearby and I wasn't taking any chances by staying there, anyway, the hovercraft would arrive soon to pick her up.

Inside the rucksack there was a supply of food and water that looked like it could last a couple of weeks at the most. I took out one of the many bottles of water and gulped it down before throwing it to the ground. "This girl was good." I thought. How could she have possibly collected all this food and water? I don't remember seeing this at the Cornacopia, but to be honest, I didn't stay there long. I got out of there as soon as possible.

Being from District 8, we were very skilled when it came to textiles and making clothing, and so I had been able to at least make a good blanket out of what I could find and keep myself warm for the last few days. I hadn't really seen anyone since the Cornacopia, but in the first day about 8 people died anyway, so that was less for me to worry about at least... but in the arena, I know you never stop worrying.

I sat down beside one of the many trees I was surrounded by, in the shadows, and looked around. There was no sign of movement, but honestly, how would I be able to tell in fog like this? This fog had not only caused me to trip over multiple times but I once landed on my knee and it seems cracked. I can run and walk so it's fine, but it still hurts.

Just when I started to dose off I heard a snap of a branch and immediately shot to my feet and pulled out my knife. I hadn't killed anyone yet and wasn't sure if I'd have the courage to do it but it's now or never...

"You're quicker than I imagined you to be." I heard a boy's voice come from behind me. I quickly turned and pointed my knife out at whoever it was. "Come on darling, you don't want to kill me..." He said.

"Don't be so sure about that." I replied, as he walked closer to me and I began to see him through the fog. It was Colbee Bartlewood, the career tribute from District 2. He's the only other tribute who's my age, seventeen, and I remember him from training. Very good with camouflage, strong and very quick on his feet. He had a very muscular build, as you would expect from a career, but I'd never spoken to him before.

"I could use you..." He said, ignoring my comment about me killing him. "And I'm almost certain you could use me... What's your name again?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. He walked closer to me and I backed off slightly. I could see him raising his hands and it definitely looked as if he was unarmed.

"Delly." I replied, keeping my knife raised.

"We could be allies, Delly, you and me, together!" He says to me, as I walk closer to him. The look on his face makes me know that he's sincere and it make me feel like I might actually have a chance at surviving these games, at least with someone by my side. I pick up my rucksack that is beside my foot and hold my knife in the other hand but I put my arm down.

"Fine." I say to him, keeping a firm grip on the rucksack and knife.

I'm not taking any chances with this one.