Me: Okay, I don't own Hunger Games, so I hope Suzanne Collins doesn't sue me for forgetting the disclaimer in the first two chapters.

Rue: We get it, hollystar299. Let's get on with the story; I want to find out what happens to me!

Katniss: I hope I don't die…

Me: We don't know that yet, so let's get on with the story. YAY! :D

I fill the eighth container with water. I probably have enough water to last a week, maybe more. I just don't want to be pushed into a bloodbath.

I figure that my chances are less than zero if I am stuck at the lake. Cato would personally throttle me, because he thinks Katniss, Foxface, or I blew up the supplies.

I have to start searching for hiding spots. I know where Thresh, Cato, Clove, Katniss, and Peeta are. I don't know where Foxface is, but I know it I somewhere near the Cornucopia. I wonder where her food comes from. She had been stealing from the Careers, and now, all of their food is gone.

I pull the berries I collected yesterday out of the pouch in my bag. I chew slowly and deliberately, trying to stem my overwhelming hunger. I realize that if I don't eat more, I can starve. I don't have Katniss for her wild game, and I don't have access to the huger-stopping herbs.

I reach for a small bottle and begin to fill it. Soon, all of my water containers are full, and I move out of sight, into the trees.

Claudius Templesmith's voice breaks over the loudspeaker, "Hey there, tributes. The Gamemakers and I wanted to wish you well, as we enter the third week in the Seventy Fourth Hunger Games. As some of you know, many of you are struggling. We have something you each need greatly. If you think it's worth the risk, come to our feast at the Cornucopia."

I sigh. Thresh probably needs food. I don't really need anything, even though a map to the herb patches would be nice. I gather what I can. Tracker-jacker plants, hunger-stopping herbs, anything edible. Tomorrow, I am going to begin my search for a hiding spot.

I put all of my berries in a large pouch in my bag. They don't all fit, and I take that as a good sign.

For kicks, I collect some night lock. You never know when you might need it. I think I'll place some outside my camp and see if I catch any rabbits… or tributes.

Foxface was stealing the Careers food. She might be watching me, so I make sure to eat the blueberries that look almost identical to night lock. She might actually fall for it.

The cannon booms. I think it must be Clove. Thresh is too strong to have died. I guess I'll see in the sky tonight.

Two dead in less than two days. The kills are getting slower. Thirteen died in the first ten minutes. Now there are six of us left and Cato is among them. If anything, the Gamemakers will probably make him angry, and then have him kill us all.

Unless the Head Gamemaker likes an underdog, then Katniss and Peeta or Thresh and I will win. I would do anything to get back to the orchard, to swing in the trees like I used to. To play tag and other games with the rest of the Grain-Harvester children.

I glance at the sky. The stars look fake. Everything in this arena is fake. Except the plants and animals, they were probably imported from the Meadow in Twelve, or the woods between the ruins of Thirteen and Twelve.

The cannon booms again. I hear a noise below my tree. I scramble down.

Foxface is dead. She ate my night lock. I look her over. She has a knife, but other than that she has little else. I take the knife, and her small pack.

The sky will show her face tonight. Her face and another. That's three tributes, in less than two days.

I think again. I killed her. Maybe not directly, like stabbing her. I killed her with the night lock berries. I killed my first tribute. Maybe she had friends. She might have had a boyfriend, one who thought she might really come home.

Her friends probably want me dead. I can't blame them. I can't blame anyone. I could before, but now I can't blame anyone. I can't because Foxface was clever. She could have come home. She would have too, if she had taken a blueberry, and not a night lock.

I want to win so bad. I guess that even if I do win, I'll be scarred. I'm already scarred.

Not scarred physically. The Capitol would fix that. I am scarred emotionally. I must be very sane, to have come to this conclusion. If I win, I won't be the same. If I don't win, I die. I won't ever see my family again. Or Regan. I'll never see my best friend. I will never see the mockingjays. I won't be able to hear them sing.

I make a resolution. If I do win, I will name my first daughter Katniss. I won't die in vain. I'll leave something that helps future twelve year old competitors. I don't want to die as a Capitol pawn.

I want to win. I am going to survive. I am Rue. I am The Survivor. I survived the frost that killed the other children and their families. I survived starvation. I survived the heat that killed my grandparents. I survived the fall that killed my only brother.

I promised my father and my mother and my sisters that I would bring them something from the Arena, when I came back. I will have brought them a brand-new Rue. I won't be the small, shy, timid girl anymore.

I will fully fit in with my title, The Survivor. I will survive.

I believe it is not a question, now, of IF I will win. It is WHAT will I do ONCE I win.

I make a silent promise to myself. If I do win, I will help Primrose Everdeen. Katniss' little sister. She's my age. I will help her understand what her sister meant to me.

If I don't win, I want Katniss to. But I'm not going down without a fight.

Me: Happy, Rue, I made this chapter extra-long.

Rue: Yes. Go, Rue!

Katniss: Thanks.

Me: We don't know if you die yet, Katniss. You might not. NO ONE KNOWS Mwhahahahahaha! :D