I lay awake staring at the artificial starlight above me. I hear crickets and frogs at some stream not far off. I look up at were the girl from 12 is treed and I see her struggling up the tree towards were a sponsor parachute had landed. I consider waking the others and knocking her right out of that tree, decide against it. No matter what is in that parachute there is no way in hell that she will be able to take down 5 careers. I recheck my knives and grip the one in my hand tighter. After about half an hour my eyelids begin to droop and knowing I need my energy for tomorrow I decide not to fight it and let sleep claim me.

I awake to screams. Agonized screams. I jolt up knife in hand and take in the scene around me, The shattered remnants of some sort of hive lay on the ground and everywhere you looked angry swarms of wasp like creatures fly about, their buzzing grown to a roar. Hundreds of them covered the screaming form of Glimmer on the ground. I feel an excruciating sting on my hand and I curse, drop my knife, and run off into the first following Marvel and Cato back towards our camp, crashing through the bushes and making a lot of noise. I pass the feebly twitching body of the girl from district 4 whose name I hadn't yet bothered to learn and kept running. As we stumbled toward the camp we had set up by the cornucopia two cannons sounded and my vision blurred and I crashed to the ground. Cato falls beside me and pulls himself up to a sitting position, his face pinched and drawn. I wretch and curl up into a little ball next to him. My body feels like its on fire, venom courses through my veins and I begin to be wracked by painful spasms. I can hear Marvel howling in pain, grief, and anguish from inside the tent. Blearily I remember that he and Glimmer had been close. Then my vision blacks and I know no more.

I awake to the feeling of rain on my face. I realize my clothes are soaked and yet I am alarmingly warm. I twist around and see that Cato had crawled over to me when I blacked out and cradled me in his arms. He must then have passed out himself. I grabbed the stinger in my hand and pulled it out and threw it away. I then busied myself with pulling the multitude of stingers out of Cato now that he wasn't conscious. Each sting left a large discolored welt where we had been stung. I can't imagine what Glimmers body must look like now, she had literally hundreds of the wasps on her. It then occurred to me that I should probably check if Marvel was alive or not. Disentangling myself from Cato, I tiptoed over to the tent.