My favourite forum website is down, (Sadness) so that means more updates for you! Yay…

And I still need an idea on what Amber needs from the feast… I'm thinking new shoes after what happens in this chapter… *FORESHADOWING*

Ow. The wasp stings my hand, which was flayed out in my sleep. I pull it in close to my body, trying to dig out the stinger. I look to see where it came from. A huge nest of tracker jackers have opened on the ground, courtesy of Fire Girl dropping it on the Careers and me. The Careers are running, screaming about the lake. That's a good idea, but I'm not risking following them. Luckily for me, no other wasps find me, they all follow my campmates. Glimmer and Mellony just stand there, being stung more and more, until they both fall to the ground, worse than dead.

The venom of the wasps is already starting to affect me. I don't know if it begins to rain heavily or not, but I know that Jesse probably didn't really fly out of the sky with huge, white wings on his back. Lover Boy may or may not have come and told Fire Girl, who is now holding a bow for some reason, to leave. She does. Cato comes and messily cuts Lover Boy in the upper thigh. Lover boy hops off, or at least I think, while Cato cackles happily, grows fur, and starts to skip away. Winged-Jesse holds me close as I get drenched from the constant may-or-may-not-be-real thunderstorm. The raindrops sparkle as they hit me, and they must have some sort of sedative in them, because I fall asleep after a while.

I wake up just as the anthem blares out, and two tributes shine in the sky. Glimmer and Mellony. Well, it figures, considering that last time I've seen them, they were stung about 50 times by Tracker Jackers. I almost feel pity for their painful ends, but then I stop myself. With less tributes, especially Careers, the more chance that I will win. Seeing Jesse (or my own hallucination of him) earlier today reminded me more of why I want, no, need, to win. Without thinking, I clutch the ring on my finger, but then quickly stop. You never know when cameras are on you.

I close my eyes. Because of the incident this morning, the Capitol will probably give us a good night's sleep tonight. I realize that I'm still in the bushes near the tree that Fire Girl was up this morning (She appears to have gone somewhere else during the day), but I am too tired to want to move anywhere. So I conceal myself a little bit more in the shrubbery and go to sleep quickly.

When the sky gets lighter, I awaken. I actually slept pretty well last night. Without thinking, I stand up and stretch.

There is a loud scraping and rustling to my left. I turn quickly, my hair whipping my face, to see a boy standing there.

I stare at him, and he stares at me. It's the cripple from District Ten. He has dirty brown hair, big brown eyes, and freckles. I think he's about thirteen or so. And he's just looking at me, unarmed.

"I'm Devin." He says, looking at me. Is he seriously trying to make an ally?

I just glare at him. It's not hard to guess that cameras are probably on us.

Then I hear footsteps. They're quiet, but heavy, so I can tell somebody's watching us. Must be Cato. Nobody else could make that heavy footfall but that District 11 boy, but he's in the fields.

I can't think of anything else to do, because I don't want to kill either of these boys, but I have to get away. So, without really thinking, I remove one of my heavy boots and toss it at his head. It makes a heavy impact, and the boy looks a little uneven, so I start to run.

Cato jumps out of the underbrush. I throw my other shoe at him, and then start to run. The last thing I see before running away is Cato taking out his spear.

As I run, I barely register the cannon boom that must mean Devin's death. So Cato may or may not be after me now. I sure hope not.

After a while, I'm back at my cave, hiding. I hear no footsteps, no voices. So nobody's after me, hopefully.

But I'm starved. I open my pack. There isn't a lot of food left in it. I will take from the Careers tomorrow, when they're asleep or not at camp. For now, I just take out some crackers and an apple and eat hungrily. I drink my whole canteen of water, and sit down.

It's then that I realize how dirty I am. My hair is almost out of its tail, and parts of it look almost brown from all my trips to the shrubs. My skin looks much tanner than it is really, because there's so much dirt on it, and I don't even want to see my face.

Bath time, I think to myself, sniggering. Now I have to find a stream or pond or something to bathe in, because I'm definitely not going to the lake where my friends Cato, Clove, and Marvel are waiting. It's hot out today, so I should dry quickly if I get wet, although my hair is rather thick and it usually takes a while to dry.

Wandering around the woods that are stocked with teenagers that want to kill you isn't much fun, even if you have three throwing knives and a paring knife to your name. So I try to slink around in the shadows, as to not show myself to anyone who might be hanging around here. As I walk I try to make a list of those of us who are alive.

Well, there's Marvel, who's District partner died yesterday, Cato and Clove from District two, Riley's still alive from District three, Me, the two from Eleven, (the Fairy girl and the giant boy) Lover boy and Fire Girl. So that makes 9 of us.

Finally, I stumble across a pool. It's not too deep, maybe four feet, and has a pebble bottom. Okay.

Taking off my clothes in the middle of the woods is weird, so I decide to just take off my jacket, shirt, socks, and pants. The pool is cold, and a shiver runs up my spine as I wade into the deepest part.

Scrubbing myself head to toe is a lot harder than I thought it would be. My hair takes a while to scrub out, because most of the mud and dirt has caked onto it. My arms and legs are pretty simple, but they look very pink and scrubbed when I finish.

My face is the hardest, though. I can't see it, so I never know where the grime is. So, I just try to do my best and soak myself.

I wash my clothes, and put them back on when they are soaked but clean. By then I'm freezing. When I thought that the sun would dry me off, I never thought that it would take this long. I'm shivering, even in the bright sunlight.

But I'm starving and thirsty, too. I fill my canteen with water from the stream, so at least I have that. But I have no food left, really. I could try my hand at hunting, I guess, because I have seen quite a few squirrels and rabbits around.

I take out one of my throwing knives and stalk around the forest, looking for something to eat. I spot a fat squirrel and throw my curved knife at its back.

Thump. My knife hits the squirrel on the head, killing it. I walk over and retrieve it. The squirrel is light, but I bet it has some good meat on it. Taking out my paring knife, I cut away the skin, trying to get to the meat. There is a fair bit of blood, and soon my hands are stained red. But I do get a little meat for my efforts.

I stare at the meat and my stomach quivers. I don't want to eat this thing raw, but I don't want to risk a fire. Then I get an idea.

I trek back to my cave, still shivering in my wet clothes. I light a small fire (using my skills from the fire-starting class) in the cave and cook the squirrel meat. I stamp out the blaze as soon as I am done roasting the squirrel, and leave the smoky cave. Now, there won't be any smoke in the sky, and I have a cooked squirrel. I bite down into the meat.

Have you ever eaten roasted squirrel? I won't say that it's the best type of meat, but when you are very hungry, it's very tasty. No, I'm not telling you to go out and cook a squirrel, but right then it was the best thing that I could have eaten.

By now it's dark, and the sky shows the other tributes that Devin is dead. I fall asleep on the forest floor since my cave is too smoky, and dream of nothing in particular, except for being out of this arena. And the fact that I need shoes now.

So, whaddya think? I don't often put notes at the end of chapters, but sometimes I can shake things up a bit, right? Yeah, so I was thinking maybe I might start a SYOT because that sounds fun to write. What do you guys think?