Author's Note: The characters Clove, Cato, Marvel and Glimmer are mentioned in this story as a relative of Caia, Justane, Gorden and Shimmer.

I step into the tube and stare at my designer. She's waving what might be her final goodbye. Then I feel myself rising slowly. My head peeps out of the tubes, and suddenly I'm realizing that there is water everywhere.
The tube stops rising and I'm on a platform, in a semi-circle with all the other 24 tributes. There is a noise that sounds like a heartbeat. I look up and see the Cornucopia, on a small island, about a 25 meters away from me. All I see is weapons, but then I try looking into the back of the Cornucopia and see food. There's a lot of other islands too, but who knows what's in there.
Since there's water surrounding me, there is only one way I can get there. To swim.
I can hear the timer thing count down, and there's only 20 seconds left. I must decide which weapon I will use. Of course, I've already made up my mind in the training that I've done all these years in District Two. Throwing knives. My inspiration drew from my cousin, Clove. She's a knife throwing expert. Her friend, Cato, is my friend, Justane's cousin.
I can't see knives yet, but I look to Justane, and he's pointing at something. 10 seconds left, and my eyes follow his point. Knives. He knows I use them, and I'm good at using them.
Now we're all readying our stance to dive into the water. 5 seconds. I feel my heart beat faster every second. 3 seconds left. I put my foot close to the edge of my metal plate.

The gong rings and I'm swimming freestyle over to the island. I steady myself as I get on the sandy shore, and start sprinting over to my knives. Justane picks up a sword with about 3 blades, for some reason, and starts slashing away at the other tributes.
I pick up my knives. They're all in a pocket like thing, sticking onto a belt. There's two to the pockets, on opposite sides of the belt. I buckle up the knives to my suit and scavenge the area for more knives.
There's another set of knives, clinging on to a sash. The sash looks like it can stick onto me so the knives and stuff won't fall, so I put it on. An attacker comes running at me with a metallic object, then stops.

"Oh, hey Caia!" The attacker says cheerfully. I notice her face. It's Shimmer from District One. She's holding the metallic object in her hands, then drops it.
"Oh! There's my weapon." Shimmer tackles someone holding a bow. She punches the guy and takes his bow and arrows.
"I'll take that, thanks." Shimmer smiles at the guy. She grabs a sharp weapon from her right, locks him in position, and stabs him to death. I widen my eyes.
"Shimmer, when did you turn deadly?" I ask, dodging multiple attacks from someone. I grab a knife from my sash and fling it at her. She drops to the ground, clutching her neck. I remove the knife and wipe off the blood with my sleeve.
"When I watched Gorden in the training center." She answers.
"Speaking of Gorden, where is he?"
I see him. He's already killing more tributes and accompanying Justane. As a Career, we wait until the bloodbath is over, then we go. All the other tributes who aren't on the island are trying to keep afloat or trapped on their metal plate. Justane and Gorden have finished killing, and there's no one else on the island. We group up and get all of the useful items, and try to strap them in with our weapons. I pick up some food, matches, a bag, and a waterproof sleeping bag. These items actually fit in my bag, so I brought them along.

Then we go over to the edge of the island, and start swimming toward an island.
Once we reach there, the sun is already setting, so we make camp near the shore.
"I'll watch over when we go to sleep." Gorden says. We agree and Shimmer hands over a flashlight to him.
"Okay." Shimmer says. Justane and I try to start a fire with some leaves, branches and matches. It works, and we're all warm now.
"Shimmer, Gorden, stay guard. Caia and I will hunt for some food to eat. We wouldn't want to waste some of our precious food." Justane says. He sounds like the boss.
"OK." Gorden says. Justane and I bring our weapons and go into the forest part of our small island.

I hear bird sounds, and look up. Brown birds are looking at us, with sharp beaks.
"What are those..?" I ask Justane. I look over to his direction and see that he's gone.
"JUSTANE!" I scream, cutting the leaves and branches aside. I run back to camp.

"Justane's g-" My voice is cut off by the sight of Justane sitting with Shimmer and Gorden, all eating something.
"What are you eating?" I ask. My eyes are all teary and my voice sounds hoarse.
"Bird." Justane answers. I try to relax, and sit down. They hand me a piece and I eat it, to the bone.
"Haha.. This is yummy." I say, trying to sound brave.

The night is still, and sounds of animals echo around the island.
Then the anthem sounds. We're all looking up and smiling at the dead tributes we've killed.
Dead Tributes:
Hayden Kikkel District 5 boy (stabbed to death/Cornucopia)
Jamade Sieldferg District 5 girl (poisoned)
Gerard Jingerteddis District 6 boy (killed by a giant beast)
Dina Quenter District 6 girl (eaten by a giant beast)
Monoke Nethersa District 7 girl (stabbed/Cornucopia)
Finn Brookers District 8 boy (fatal wound/Cornucopia)
Bernard Sevangel District 9 boy (killed by an arrow)

The sky goes dark and the music finishes.

"That means everyone in 10, 11 and 12 is alive." I point out.
Gorden stays guard and we all go to sleep.

Then morning comes. We're all alarmed by a flock of those brown birds that I saw yesterday. They all surround us, on the ground and in the trees behind us. Their sharp beaks shine polished in the morning sun, and they look ready to attack.
"Those birds-" I whisper. Shimmer, Justane and Gorden listen to me.
"They look like they're ready to kill. I saw them yesterday.." I finish.
"We have to run, and swim over to another island." I say, trying to make my way to the beach's watery edge without frightening to birds. Everyone follows me, silently crawling over the sand. I grab my sleeping bag and roll it up quickly, and stuff it into my bag. I count my knives, and slip over to the edge. Gorden makes quite a racket when folding his sleeping bag, and that makes the birds furious.
"NO!" Gorden shouts. The birds are flapping around us now, trying to kill us.
"We have to make it out!" I say, screaming.