An hour after they had left the now dangerous pool, Sina and Garfield showed up at their campsite, feeling hungry and exhausted. They had gotten lost at least twice, but Sina's tree markings had helped them find their way.

"Let's cook the fish," Garfield announced, after a long moment of silence.

"All right. You dig the pit, and I'll get kindling and wood. We can't keep it for long, though, or tributes can find us from the smoke." Sina quipped. Garfield nodded in agreement and leaned his spear with the fish against the rock shelter. He got on his knees and began digging in a dry spot, making sure that no brush was nearby, in order to prevent a forest fire.

Sina disappeared into the forest, picking up twigs and dried grass as tinder. She made multiple trips for tinder, kindling and firewood. By the time she had finished, Garfield had dug the pit and surrounded it with medium sized rocks, so that no sparks would fly out and injure the two allies.

"I have a lighter in my pack," Sina remembered, putting down the wood in her hands and going over to search for the lighter. She rifled through the bag, locating the fire source in a matter of minutes.

"Got it!" She announced in triumph, holding it up like a trophy.

Garfield dipped his head, "Toss it here."

"Think fast!" Sina sent the lighter flying at him with baseball pitcher speed. Garfield staggered around, falling on his ass, but caught it. He sent a glare towards Sina, who giggled.

Micah would've found this hilarious..., she thought, as her smile ebbed away.

"What's wrong?" Garfield questioned and Sina looked sad.

"I miss Micah."

Garfield pulled Sina into a comforting hug, and a tear splashed on his shirt, but he didn't care. Sina, however, quickly wiped her eyes and sniffled a bit. She gulped, "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry, I still miss Tetra." He blurted out, then bit his lip.

"Who's Tetra?"

Garfield felt a pit of dread in his stomach, "She was... my girlfriend. Was. She broke up with me to be a Career."

Sina's heart panged in sympathy, "I'm sure you'll find someone."

"If I make it out of the Games." Garfield said, scowling, "Just forget about it."

The brown haired boy felt like he'd rather push his feelings away than to deal with it full-on. So instead of continuing the conversation, he began building a teepee out of the sticks and wood that the two had gathered. His stomach growled.

Sina scooted over towards the firepit and began helping him assemble it.

"Smallest sticks go first, then we can put the larger ones on either side. Form a teepee with the rest." Garfield instructed, remembering the skill he had learned during the training sessions.

The two followed through and soon, they had a small fire blazing joyfully. After cleaning their catch, Garfield immediately set to roasting the fish on his spear, knowing that other tributes would be able to see the smoke and come running. The entrails of the fish were carefully buried a distance away, so that any animals that sniffed it out would be a safe distance away from their camp.

Five minutes later, Sina and Garfield were hurriedly putting out the flames, covering the embers with dirt. Water could not be spared. Especially not since the mutts in the pool.

After finishing cleaning up, the two estimated that the fish would be pretty cool now, so they dug into their fish and almost immediately spat it out.

"These taste revolting!" Sina exclaimed in disgust.

"Weird... They look like normal fish. I've seen this exact type in District Four. I've even eaten it. I guess the Gamemakers decided to mess with them..."

Both their stomachs growled pathetically at the same time. They looked at each other, and sighed.

"Well... It's too late to hunt now..." Sina mumbled. Garfield nodded.

The sunlight was fading and it was starting to get much colder. Sina shivered.

But to both of their delights, a silver parachute gently floated down from the deep blue sky and landed in front of their sitting bodies. Sina's eyes lit up, "A sponsor!"

Garfield grinned and called out to the sky, "Thank you!"

The allies ripped the box open, to reveal two rolls and a few packets of beef jerky wrapped in a light blanket. A note fluttered to the ground.

It read "No more fires, the trainees have been hunting lately. Good luck."

Sina held a puzzled look, but Garfield took one look at the note and commented, "They mean Careers."

"Oh. Right."

"Yeah. Let's save the jerky for later, and we can eat the rolls now." Garfield offered, and Sina nodded in agreement.

The two sat in silence as they nibbled on their rolls, until Sina spoke.

"I could've gone for some butter right now."

"Yeah. Me too. I'd kill for caviar." Garfield sighed.

"What's that?" Sina asked, having no knowledge of fish or anything relating to District Four. Garfield chuckled, explaining quickly, "Fish eggs. They're delicious."

He watched her eyes widen, "That's cruel." Sina noted.

"It's just like regular eggs. Except fish."

"Good point, but still."

Garfield rolled his deep green eyes at her last remark, but he was interrupted by another parachute flying down. He gasped in surprise and tore it open. There lay a tin of caviar, and a tiny tub of butter. A note was placed right above it. Sina and Garfield leaned over to read it.

"You said you'd kill for caviar. How about it?"

Garfield scrambled away from the package quickly, "NO! I DIDN'T MEAN LITERALLY!" And suddenly, the ground opened and swallowed up the package, nearly taking Sina with it. She yelped, grabbing for her roll as it flew out of her hands. As soon as she got over the shock, she remarked, "Didn't know they could take back sponsor gifts..."

Garfield pondered the occurrence for a moment, "It must've been personally from the Gamemakers or something. Maybe the President. That would explain the note."

"Yeah, probably."

A burst of light in the sky interrupted their conversation. The duo stopped what they were doing. Sina's roll was still halfway in her mouth as she glanced up. The Capitol seal decorated the night sky, the only light in the arena. The seal transitioned to a smiling face. Garfield looked pained as he read the name.

Lotus Silver, District Three, the caption below it read.

"I talked to her during the first day of training. She was really nice. She didn't deserve this." Garfield choked out.

"None of us did." Sina sighed. Next, the half smile-half smirk that was so familiar to Sina popped up. Micah Brook, District Ten.

The fake sky faded into black, only revealing a few twinkling star projections. Sina suddenly didn't feel like finishing her roll. She tucked it into her bag for the next day and left her ally in silence, to go crawl up in a ball in the cave. She didn't even bother to bring in her supplies.

Garfield sighed, looking down. Finally, he took the sponsored blanket and fell fast asleep right outside where Sina was sleeping.

Day Three of the Hunger Games was over.

You're WELCOME for the gift, you little twerps. And I had to add the "killing for caviar" part. I was cracking up the whole time writing it. I'll open sponsoring after I introduce the last character(s) in the next chapter. Then you'll be able to sponsor a) the Careers, b) Sina/Garfield, c) The new character(s). I'll elaborate on the rules later.

List of the dead:

District 3 girl, Lotus Silver

District 5 boy (the one that attacked Sina)

District 6 girl

District 7 boy

District 7 girl, Emaree

District 8 girl (age 12)

District 10 boy

District 10 girl, Micah Brook

District 11 girl

District 12 boy