In the morning, I find myself lying on my back on the ground with a knife at my throat.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"I want to kill you!" She answers. She's from district twelve, and it looks like she's been stung once by a Tracker Jacker on her left knee, which is enough to cause temporary insanity.
"Wait before you kill me, because I know exactly how to save you from your pain."
I look around for the right leaves, but end up having to jump across tree branches in order to find them. As soon as I get back, I chew up the leaves, and place them on her sting. Almost as soon as the poison is drawn out, she's back to her normal state.
"What am I doing here?" She asks.
"You wanted to kill me. Oh! Hey, do you want to become an alliance?" I ask/ answer
"Uh, sure. By the way, my name is Rayncie." She says.
Rayncie looks about seventeen, we share our supplies imeadiatly. She gives me a larger skin to use for storing berries, and we exchange knapsacks so that she can have more room for game, and I don't rely on hunting as much as I do on picking berries.
"I saw a ariver that isn't too far away." I tell her. We start to walk west of the clearing, occasionally exchanging a few words, but we mostly stay quiet, and listen for signs of movement. Then out of nowhere, everything goes black. I can't see anything, but I still hear whats going on around me.
"I can't see!" I cry. Then out of nowhere, my sight comes back. I have a sigh of releif. I'm so glad that that my blindness wasn't permanent.
I realize that in the time I blacked out, almost all of the tributes ran into this particular clearing. I gasp. Swords clash, punches fly. I reach into my coat and throw some knives at random, but not in Rayncie's direction. As the fighting dies down, I retreive my knives, and retreat with my ally.
We run untill we're about to collapse, rest, take a sip of water, and get back on our feet. We can't risk another meeting with the suviving tributes.
After hours of running at top speed, we manage to make it to the river, only to find that it was almost dry. The gamemakers didn't plan on the games lasting more than five days longer.
Suddenly, I realize that the left side of my cheek is throbbing. I clutch my hand to my cheek, then look at it. My cheek has a long scar running from my fore head to chin. I rip off part of my sleeve and hold it against my scar, and wait for a few minutes, while Rayncie purifies some of the water. After an hour passes, I take of the now red scrap of cloth and feel my wound.
"Do you have a scarf?" I ask. Rayncie hands me a peice of gauze that is long and thick enough to cover my gash, and then some tape.
I squeeze the juice out of a berry that helps ease pain, and heal, and rub it on the gauze before putting it on a quarter of my face.
"Are you up for some water?" I ask my ally. She nods, and then we rest, taking shifts at guard. By nightfall, the only one alive besides us is Monty.
