I slam onto the ground. My breath escapes me in a burst. I feel a sharp pain in the ankle and I realize I twisted it when I fell. An arrow is lodged in my hand, the metal shaft glinting in the moonlight.

My hand. Glimmer shot it. No. The girl who killed Glimmer shot it.

I pull the arrow out and wince as pieces of my hand tear off. The arrow was barbed. I hear a growling, but I can't see in the dark.

A dog? No a mutt. A muttation like the one that jumped out at me earlier.

My head whips around, I hear growling from all sides.

A pack of dogs. A pack of mutts. I need to climb up and away from the pack of mutts.

I try to stand and fall. My ankle throbs and I hold back a cry of pain. My nails screech along the metal sides of the Cornucopia.

Can't stop. Have to get up. A pack. Climb. Climb. Higher. Need to get higher.

I keep trying, my hands grabbing at the Cornucopia's smooth grooves. I feel jaws around my leg and I fall onto the grass.

No! My leg. It's on fire. Girl on Fire. Kill her. My leg. Climb. Climb. Need to get higher!

I kick at the mutt. My leg gushes blood. My hands grab at the grass, pulling tufts of it up. The mutts are closing in. I place another kick to the one biting me. It lets go and I catch a glimpse of it. Small and dark drown, with large eyes. I see the number 11 hanging from its neck, speckled with my blood.

Like the little bird girl. Clove is dead because of her. No. Clove is dead because of the boy who loved the little girl. Clove is dead.

All the memories come rushing back at the worst time. Glimmer dying. Marvel dying. Clove dying. I fight tears as I remember asking Clove to stay with me. I've now fallen, my leg mangled and bloody. I can't stand. I'm weakly scrabbling my hands across the surface of gold. My mind leaves me.

Glimmer run! Marvel, watch for the Girl on Fire! Clove stay with me! Run Glimmer! Please stay… run! Don't go! Watch out Marvel!

The mutts are like dogs, they fight over the prey. I'm their prey. Three of them are treated nicer. The pack leaders. Like us, the Careers. A red one slinks around at the edge of the woods. A green eyed one with 2 hanging from its neck sniffs me. It looks confused, not hungry.

Maybe they wont hurt me…

Then a dark brown one with the number 11 leaps at me, hatred in its eyes. It pushes the green eyed one aside and I see its green eyes perfectly.

I know this! The little bird girl! The red haired girl! That's Clove! They're mutts!

My instincts pull my muscles and I dive to the side as Thresh slams into the Cornucopia. But the other mutts are in on the fight. A light gold one leaps at me.

Glimmer, run from the tracker jackers!

But I need to run.

Cato, run from the muttations!

I howl in pain as I push myself to stand. A mutt knocks me over and they swarm me. Their teeth rake my flesh.

M-my skin! Burns! The sharp burns! Burns my skin!

I try to get free, but they overtake me. I lie there, writhing all night. I there, bathed in my blood. In the morning I'm barely alive. I don't move as Clove begins ripping into my arm again.

Clove… your knives… they hurt… stop Clover… stop… you silly girl… your knives hurt…

I look up at the sky, the only place the mutts aren't. Blood stings my eyes. My blood. I see the harsh glare of the sun off the Cornucopia's gold surface. Then I see the face of Katniss.

Girl on Fire… she lives on the sun… stop Clover… the Fire Girl… the Sun Girl… tell Clove to stop…

Katniss raises her bow and points it at me. The arrow points to my neck.

Please… Girl on Fire… please… Girl of the Sun… tell Clove to… stop... please…

Her face emits nothing as she lets the arrow fly. She doesn't look away as it hits my neck. I want to move my hands up, to stop the blood. I can't. The mutts inspect the arrow before moving on. Only Clove stays, licking my blood as it pours out of my wound.

Clover… you stayed with me… you stayed…

I don't close my eyes but the world turns black. Far off I hear a cannon sound. Then I feel nothing, not even Clove's wet dog nose, nudge me as if to tell me to stay.