My foot snaps a stick in half, and I curse under my breath. My goal in these games was to be silent like a mouse the entire time, so no one noticed me, so they wouldn t notice if I was dead or alive. I hear voices ahead, and I recognize them as the voices of the star crossed lovers from 12. I peek around a tree, and see the boy picking berries. He plucks them off the bush, the dark purple color glistening in the sunshine, and places them in a shirt. I sigh and hold my back to the tree. I hear his footsteps crashing the undergrowth, making a chaotic amount of noise and scaring away any wildlife in a mile radius. The noise of his clumsy feet soon fades and I peek around the tree once more. He has left the shirt in a heap on the ground, the berries looking more tempting then ever. I feel dizzy, the lack of food now effecting my consciousness. I haven t seen water in over a day, and its left its mark on my lips, keeping them dry and cracked. Food? I haven t had that in almost two days. And the feast? The feast at the cornucopia just gave me antibiotics for a cut on my leg. It didn t give me anything to eat or drink. I knew I should have grabbed 11 s bad when I had the chance. But no. I sigh and approach the berries silently, incase the girl is watching me from a hiding place I can t see, just waiting to attack. The ground spins I can t tell which way is up or down. I lean over the berries. Nothing has ever looked more delectable than they do at this very moment. Something tugs at my stomach though. The dark color, the lack of odor they give off. Nightlock? Are these nightlock? I shake the thought from my head. The girl from 12 wouldn t be stupid enough to instruct the boy to pick nightlock. Her out of all people would know it was deadly. I laugh at the thought, and pick up a handful of berries and pop them into my mouth. I grind them between my teeth, savoring the juices moisturizing my mouth. I freeze, my eyes going wide. The taste. Its bitter and foul. I gulp it down, thinking its just my imagination, and as I go for another handful, my body begins to go numb. I can t feel my fingers that are outstretched, hovering over the berries. I shake them, waiting for them to wake back up, but the numbness soon spreads to my palm, my wrist, my elbow, my shoulder. The same is happening with my other arm, and soon my feet begin to numb, up my legs to my knees and up my thighs. I gasp. They were nightlock. I topple over to my side, staring up at the canopy of leaves as memories flood my vision. My mother, my father, my little brother. Their faces as I was reaped. Their visit to me before I left for the capital. The tribute parade. The training in front of the game makers. The interview with my beautiful blue dress. The countdown of the games. Everything floods back and my vision begins to darken as my torso goes numb. Everything goes black as I hear a cannon fire.