Author's Note: This story still isn't the easiest for me to write; an arena is just so hard, expecially introducing you to all the other remaining tributes soon, so this story will move a bit fast. But please enjoy and review!

Blessings,

Sarah.

Nickolas held Ingrid close as they sky flashed with 10 dead tributes.

Ten.

"It's only the first day," Ingrid whispered. "I'm scared, Nick."

"Don't be, sis. Don't be. It's a good thing this is happening; less for us to have to kill."

Ingrid let out a strangled sob as they watched one of the older Career Tributes fight with a rather ravished looking zombie.

"I don't want to kill anyone, Nick. I just don't!" She wailed loudly.

Nick knew it was wrong of her to be this loud, and his fears of her depressed display came alive when the zombie fighting the Career turned to stare in their direction quickly. Ingrid shrieked and grabbed the first object she could: a hard rock, to chuck at the creature. She hit it square on the head from a distance and they both stood quickly from where they had been sitting trying to make a fire. The zombie lurched towards them, running at a speed they had been unaware it could.

Katniss gripped Peeta's hand tightly as they watched.

"Nick, kill it!" Ingrid yelled, running as fast as her legs let her.

Nickolas saw the monster gaining up on them, and scooped his sister into his arms, rubbing up a sloppy piece of land, jutting up to a high peak about the ground. The zombie seemed confused at the height, and tried jumping up on the thick protruding land before bouncing backwards and falling on its face. Standing, it looked around curiously before snapping its head back in place and continuing on its way. Nick squeezed his sister's hand and laughed.

"Heights! As long as we stay high up on something, they can't get up here! We're safe, Gridd."

Ingrid smiled despite the tears running down her cheeks and held her brother tightly.

Well done, Nickolas, Peeta thought to himself satisfactorily as he kissed Katniss's head.

The night fell quickly in the arena, and soon the camera was no longer on their children. Katniss was glad that the camera left them; that meant that they were un-interesting and therefore, safe.

"Nick?" Ingrid asked as she shivered against the cold that next night.

"Yes?" He asked, holding a small bird over the fire.

"Do we have to eat a bird?"

"Would you rather eat one of those?" He asked, pointing towards the zombie 'having it out' with another tribute down in the corner of the arena.

Ingrid shook her head slowly and shrugged. "It's just, birds are my favorite animals."

"I know, Ingrid. I'm sorry. But look, there are 10 tributes we know of dead, and since everything was too hectic to hear cannons, just watch the sky so we won't miss the res-"

The sky illuminated with five new faces, and then went off.

As Nick was able to gather, there were 3 Careers left, and them. He knew that they were probably hunting in a pack, but if they couldn't find him or Ingrid, wouldn't they have to turn on each other? Who would want to live in this arena for the rest of their lives?

"Ingrid, blow out the fire."

Ingrid didn't ask questions; she had promised herself she would do whatever her brother told her to in the arena. She knew that he would do everything he could to keep them alive. She snuffed the fire quickly and followed Nick as they made their way through the dried up leaves, leaving loud crunch noises in their wake.

"Where are we going?" She couldn't resist the question.

"Higher ground?"

"Higher than this!" Ingrid exclaimed, catching her footing before she slipped on a small rock.

"Yes. If the Careers don't find us, they will have to turn on each other."

"But won't the Game Makers drive us all together?"

"Not if things get interesting with those three first," he replied confidently.

Eventually, they found higher ground and Ingrid pulled out the soft, small sleeping bag that had come in a small bag she had found near the river. She figured it had been one of the dead tribute's, seeing as Game Makers left any supplies, just not weapons, after a death. Ingrid made enough room for both of them to fit, (although somewhat uncomfortably), in the sleeping bag, and they fell asleep without any further comment.

Author's Note: Alright, so, there you have chapter 4. Like I said, things are moving fast. No that have them down to the five I wanted, things will kick off, and I will be able to focus specially on each tribute, and Katniss and Peeta. 24 of them was just over-load. xD lol.

Please review!

Blessings,

Sarah.