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I changed this chapter! Just so everyone knows the change is about how she got cut. And thanks so much to snickerdoodles96 for helping me out with the animal idea. I hope its realistic enough since I've never really been in that situation, but funny story actually, a squirrel once thought I had food and I was trying to pet it (like 5 years old so) and it scratched my nails. I was fine, but everyone thought it bit me and I had rabies. If that happened to me now I'd laugh my head off.

In the morning, I rub my eyes and look expectantly to my left. Urso's still asleep so I give him a shove. "Wake up sleepyhead," I say. His eyelids flicker open and he gives a little groan.

"Five more minutes?" he whines.

I laugh and quickly untangle myself from my sleeping bag, stuffing it in my pack. I make sure to remove my weapons and then remember how we killed those tributes yesterday. I quietly swear at myself for forgetting to take that guy's sword.

By now Urso's getting up and I see Cayne packing. "We should get moving quickly," I say. I'm feeling awfully happy for someone pretty much at war, but I try to cover it up since I'm hoping I won't have to finish them off myself. Well not Urso. I would gladly do Cayne in.

I jump out of the tree from the lowest branch and somewhat injure my tailbone. Well maybe Cayne will know some remedy for that, being from the medical district and all.

When everybody's up and packed, we finish off the steak from yesterday. We wrap the squirrels in plastic wrap from Cayne's pack because they will last longer, especially since we cooked them. Then we walk to the river and fill up our bottles. Each of us puts in 5 drops of iodine, waits 5 minutes, lets the clean water touch the outside where we will put our mouths, and don't drink it for somewhere around 30 minutes. Don't want to get some gross disease.

"Wonder what's going on with everyone else," says Cayne.

"I don't really want to know," says Urso with a grimace. He hates the taste of iodine.

We've been walking for a while and we're going downhill. Not very noticeably, but still down. I just hope there aren't any mutts down there.

"Let's hope we don't know for a while," I say. "I'm not really in the mood to kill anybody."

"I am," says Cayne with a glint in his eyes. I don't know if he really means it, but it's kind of scary. I try not to show how afraid I am, but I grip my knife tighter. I'm not sure I like this alliance. Cayne would be far better off on his own, and he knows it. He doesn't need us. I bet we're just going to get stabbed in the back while we're sleeping.

We're getting pretty grimy, and we come to a small pond, so we decide to bathe. Urso and Cayne go first. I make a point about hunting while they bathe. It's awkward especially around Cayne. So I take Cayne's little satchel and put it diagonally across my body. I grab my knife and set off.

It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are tweeting, and there's not a jabberjay in sight. I sigh. And, of course, right at that moment a jabberjay lands on a branch about 10 feet above my head to my right. That's annoying. I'm about to shoot it when I here a girl's voice say, "After those mutts last night, who knows what else there is here." I try my best to blend into an oak tree.

I glance around. There's nobody. I look up at the jabberjay. "Yeah," says a deeper boy's voice, "we should sleep in a tree tonight." It's definitely coming from the jay. And apparently, there are dangerous mutts on the ground at night. I take a step from the tree. I smile.

The jabberjay then gives a low moan, and the girl's voice says, "Come on Hugo, I can still save you. We don't want District 8 to lose, now do we?"

District 8. It's the pair from District 8. And it sounds like the boy, Hugo, is seriously wounded from some mutt. I almost smile again, but then I stop.

I remember how the rebels had turned the jabberjays against the capitol. I frown. Could that be the case now? Could the District 8 pair be using the jays? Or are they even from District 8 at all?

I try to remember who's dead. I don't remember seeing anyone from 8. Then I think back to the interviews. Yes, the boy's name is Hugo. I remember seeing him at training when we were at the sword station. He was laughing with some dark haired girl, but I don't remember her name. He was good at swords, so he could have survived killer mutts. Not one of the prissy ones. So, either these people paid a lot of attention to the District 8 tributes, or they are from District 8. But still, I have no way of knowing that what the jabberjay said was true.

I've caught some squirrels when I decide it's time to head back. The wind's started blowing again. Hard. It's a full out gale when I've made it halfway back, and I didn't hunt that far away. I consider yelling to Urso and Cayne to make sure they know I'm coming, but then remember the other 14 tributes running amuck in the woods.

The wind is blowing so hard I have to take a step at a time, and it's pushing me down river. I try grabbing onto trees to push my way to my allies. It's not working. I grit my teeth and a bug gets blown into them. Gross. I glance up and see that the wind has brought some friends. As far as I can see, there are gray clouds completely covering the sky. Great, rain. The wind can ensure that the rain pummels us enough. Thanks a lot mother nature. And I thought we were friends.

The rain is soaking me already, even though most of my clothing is waterproof. All of a sudden, the wind picks up and small sapling is completely ripped out by its roots and blown towards me. I scramble out of the way and watch it crash into a huge, gnarled oak. I can't loose my footing. I'm not a sapling, but the wind is still getting stronger.

While I'm looking back at the tree, I notice something flying towards me out of the corner of my eye. To my absolute horror, its a little fox shaped creature no bigger than a skunk, but with huge front teeth that almost look like tusks. I'm sure I look completely terrified, and so does the animal. It's all I can do to stay in the same place, let alone move out of the way. It crashes into my chest and I'm forced to take a step backward. I try to reach up and fling it as far away as I can, even though its pretty cute if you ignore the tusks. Which, by the way are digging into my skin for dear life. It's like its trying to take a bite out of a Magali sandwhich. The teeth are so sharp that as I move it to my left, they rip through my jacket. I push even harder and it rips through the skin on my now uncovered arm. I cry out in pain. Small but deadly. With a last shove I push it off of me, and it takes a few pieces of skin with it. I don't look back to see its demise. I look down and discover that a fair sized cut has been left in my upper arm and is now bleeding like crazy. I can still move it though so that's good.

Branches are crashing down all around me. I see a squirrel that looks like its swinging through the branches like monkey above me. But not that far now. I still have a chance. I realize in horror that without me, Cayne probably won't need Urso. He probably only enlisted him as an ally to gain my trust. I try even harder. My braids are whipping around my head and the blood from my wound is splattering everywhere. I'm leaving an obvious trail. Not much I can do about that.

Eventually I huddle down in-between 3 trunks of a tree that start branching away close to the bottom, my spirit broken. It holds me inside like a cage. My cut feels like someones slowly opening my arm up with a knife and then putting needles in it. I try to cover it with cloth from my jacket and it helps a little. I pull my hood up and decide to wait it out. Well, I guess I won't have the challenge of ending my alliance with Cayne. The wind did it for me.