Over the next few days, the District 3 boy builds an impressive system for us. He piles up the supplies that we don't need ready access to underneath a large net and nails it in place. Then he builds landmines in the ground around it, so if anyone steps on the wrong place on their way to steal supplies, they'll be blown away.

It's impressive, but it means if we need something from the supplies, only District 3 or I can get it, since we're the smallest. I can just imagine Cato trying to lightly step on the right sequence of steps.

We begin hunting again today, scouring the woods for tributes. I mentally try to count up those left; me, Marvel, Cato and District 3 make four. Katniss and Lover Boy are six. The District 5 girl with the red hair hasn't been shown in the sky either. Thresh, and the small girl from 11 too, I realize. Nine. Nine left.

We heading for the river when we a loud noise stops us all in our tracks and leaves our ears ringing. I realize it the same time they do and race back the way they came. Obviously someone's set off the explosives.

We run for the lake quickly, but by the time we get there, most everything's gone. District 3 tosses a rock in to make sure that they've all gone off. They have.

Cato reacts without thinking as he does so often. The boy's dead in a second and the cannon booms. One less person to worry about killing. That's how I've begun to think. A dead person isn't a dead person, it's just one less person that I myself have to kill. One less obstacle in the way to winning.

Marvel and I sort through the wreckage trying to find something to salvage, but there's nothing really. Cato's still in a rage and he turns on me, "You! This was your idea!" "Well at least I had an idea! As opposed to you, who just pretends to lead us around. You haven't done anything to benefit us since we started!" His eyes flare.

"Having no ideas is better than having ones that leave us worse than when we started! Especially since there isn't even a body to show for it". I grab my knife, but Marvel stops me. "Enough! Calm down, both of you! Just because there isn't a body now doesn't mean whoever set it off wasn't killed instantly in the explosion. We probably just missed hearing the cannon in the noise".

It takes an enormous amount of willpower, but I back down. I'm pretty sure if Marvel hadn't been here however, we would have killed each other. Neither of us like to be wrong and we both have tempers. The difference is I know how to control mine. I survey what's left. The tents, those were far enough away as to be saved.

The knives I placed in there, just in case. The food in my pack along with the night vision goggles. Enough, but not enough to last us forever. "Come on, no point sticking around here. We may as well keep looking before night", Cato says. We split up, and this time I put the extra knives into my pack as well. I don't want anyone stealing them now that we have no one left to guard the camp.

I go a different way than through the woods this time. I cut across the Cornucopia field, past the still-raised platforms. Beyond it is a wheat field and while it's doubtful that anyone could be hiding there, my mind still goes to the remaining tributes and their possible locations.

The District 5 girl who could be anywhere at this point. Katniss, who's most likely still in the forest. Lover Boy who's probably dying on the ground somewhere. The tiny girl from 11 could be anywhere too, but its so unlikely that she could do anything to me, I forget about her. However thinking of her brings my mind back around to a far more worrisome adversary; Thresh. And that's what makes me pause.

In the whole Games I've only seen him once, at the Cornucopia. We've been scouring the woods for days but have only seen Katniss and Lover Boy. And wheat fields, so similar to those of the agriculture district, 11. If anyone were to be in those fields, it would be him. More than just the logic, there's just a premonition I have about it. I'm never one to back down from a fight, but I'm not stupid.

I'd never be able to kill Thresh alone, not with my height. I might be able to get a knife in him, if I were at a far enough away distance. But there's a good chance he'd be able to sneak up on me and with that advantage I'd never get out alive.

As I ponder this, a cannon booms in the distance. I take this as my cue to turn and run back to camp. The first cannon is shortly followed by another. It's probably too much to hope for that was Katniss. I don't want to admit it, but she's smart. Smart enough to outwit someone like Cato for example.

It could have been the tiny girl from 11 or the District 5 girl. Probably not Thresh, if my theory about his location is right. But it could have easily been Lover Boy. Or it could have been Marvel or Cato. Somehow, I hope it wasn't either of them since I've actually come to like Marvel and I can tolerate Cato. But at the same time, it would make it easier for someone else to kill them, then for it to come down to us.

I make it to the camp to find Cato already there. That rules out one possibility. I raise my eyebrows at him. "Wasn't me. I didn't find anyone". "Neither did I", I say which is technically true. I didn't see anyone. We wait for a long time. Marvel doesn't come back. Eventually the Capitol anthem plays and his picture is broadcast in the sky, followed by the tiny girl from 11's. I sigh, heavily.

Nothing to do about it now. But he was the only Career I'd begun to consider my friend. At least we know he managed to take someone down with him. I'm left with Cato, who I eye dubiously. Not exactly friends, not exactly rivals. When we're not screaming at each other, he's not so bad. In the back of my mind though, I know that eventually one of us will end up killing the other. And its a thought that stays with me.