Like the note said; by morning the cut was healed with all but a scar to show it had ever been.

Suddenly she felt a rush of excitement. She was alive. Gathering her belongings she climbed across onto the tree branches that reached out beside her, slipping down across and into a comfortable fork in the tree. From there she managed catch an unexpecting lizard which had curled up a little higher up in search of sunlight. She was by cooking it when from high above the voice of Claudius sounded.

"Good Morning tributes! With only five of you left we have decided to give you all a chance to… catch up again. Anyone notice the heat? Well starting today it's going to get a little more intense; to give you all a fare chance we have left 3 new packs by the Cornucopia. They will contain the last fresh water remaining in this arena, cream to protect you from the sun and an extra secret surprise"

Last fresh water? Climbing down the tower Meera ran towards the nearest stream. Dried an empty. They were making it a necessity to go to this feast. Well if she wanted a chance she'd have to hurry.

Not bothering to retrieve her pack, she could retrieve it later; she started to run down towards the cornucopia, her cleaver ready. The area surrounding it was surprisingly empty. Three packs stood on a white table, each waiting to be retrieved. After scanning the first ten metres back from the cornucopia, Meera decided to take her chances and darted out; grabbing the first pack she caught onto. Then she ran back, as fast as possible. Knocking straight into Troy.

She fell back and reached for her cleaver, scrambling up and preparing to swing a death blow. Troy pulled his own bow, the arrow aimed for her head. "You don't want to be doing that"

She didn't answer. Here she was at a disadvantage; if she ran for it he could still shoot her where as she needed to be close enough to swing. All of a sudden he let the string go. She forced herself to fall back, but the arrow hissed past her ear and struck something behind. She turned and saw the girl from eight, the arrow straight through her heart. She fell back and the cannon fired. That arrow had never been intended it for Meera.

She stood up quick, refusing to trust him with open arms. But Troy wasn't interested; he was running towards the table, picking up a pack and running back into the fallen city. Suddenly another cannon fired and from behind the cornucopia Rose appeared, the limb body of the boy from eleven slumped against her shoulder. She shook him of carelessly and picked up the last pack before looking to meet her eyes

. "Thanks for letting me know about the alliance break" She snapped and unzipped the first pocket, pulling out a water bottle.

"You know it's great coming to find an empty camp and a body being plucked from the ground, covered in blood and long dead" Naoko. She pulled out another bottle and then a container of cream and without even fearing a surprise attack, started to smear the white cream across her face and hands.

"Oh well, guess it had to happen right? That girl went crazy. God if she hadn't died soon, I might have cut her off myself." She pulled out a small round object.

The secret surprise.

For a moment she frowned and studied it, pressing at something. A red light blinked. Her face fell in horror and she went to throw it away.

But it was too late.

Only just managing to duck Meera felt as the heat of the explosion ripped past her. She fell hard against the floor, bricks grazing and cutting her skin. Once the explosion resided she stood and with quick movements pulled of the jacket, flames licking across the fabric. She gasped and turned around. All that remained of the girl from four was a burnt corpse, unrecognizable and black like coal. The smell of burnt flesh was wretched and desperate to escape it Meera started back to the safety of her tower.

When she reached the first few trees she opened her pack and pulled out the round object. A grenade. They had set up a grenade in each pack. Quickly she threw it away and kept on running. The bomb exploded just when she reached the tower and from such a distance she could still feel its heat rippling from the warm air. She sighed and started applying the protection cream across her face and arms. It was cool and seemed to coat her in some sort of thin sheet of plastic. She sat down and drank as much water as she could.

There were only two left.

Her and Troy.

What she thought would never happen.

"Nah, she cares too much for her district partner. He'll probably be the one to kill her"

yay! the games are almost finished, but there is still a lot to occur. like what happens after the games? what of cato?