I wake as the sun rises. I'm damp and freezing. I can't wiggle my toes. I roll my body into the water, which is surprisingly warm. I get out and strip myself naked. Letting my body have some air would be good for me. I lie in the sand and think about what I am going to do next. There are just four of us left. Me, Plato, the boy from 7 and the girl from 12. I haven't seen the girl from 12 at all. She's probably on the very edge of the arena waiting for everyone else to kill each other. I'm happy to kill the other two for her, but then I'll have to kill her too.

The reality hits me. I'm one of the last four alive! How did I manage that? I'm damn lucky that's for sure. I wonder how many people in the Capitol are cheering for me to win? I imagine that the cameras will be on me quite a bit now. I tense as I realise that I'm lying here naked. I push it aside. I don't care.

Somewhere in this maze of islands is the boy from 7. If he's nearby he probably hasn't seen me, because this particular island has large rocks on its shore, which will conceal me. I should be fine for now.

I have no idea what the names are of the tributes from 7 and 12. It doesn't matter. I'll just I'll call him Seven and her Twelve. I try and guess what strategy the other tributes have. Well I can easily guess that Plato will be out searching for the rest of us. He's probably abandoned the Cornucopia. Even for him, its too exposed. Tributes could easily keep an eye on him and pick their moment to murder him. Without the career pack, Plato is vulnerable, but still dangerous. If Plato comes after me, I'll probably hear him first. He's not an immediate threat. I already guessed that twelve is hiding, and will probably remain that way. Seven is my greatest worry. He and I share a domain. I will have to keep moving so he doesn't find me. I decide that he's probably playing the hiding game too.

My tummy grumbles and I open up my pack. Daimen has already eaten half the box of crackers I put in there. I eat a couple and check the rest of my supplies. One sleeping bag, one torch, rope, a first aid kit, four apples, three small bags filled with dried beef strips, a fire starting kit and a canteen of water.

Daimen must have eaten the bread I packed in there.

I don't know how much longer these games will go for so I decide its time to learn how to catch my own food. I spend the next two hours of the morning floating still in the water waiting for fish to swim by me. I have to catch them with my bare hands. I manage to catch three fish, which I am quite happy with. I fillet them then cook them. I eat one of the fillets then put the rest in my pack for later. I also collect fruit and nuts. They are rare to find but fill you up quite well.

I spend the next four days in the lagoon, moving to a new island every morning on Cass' raft. I have made two trips back to the cornucopia during this time. I encountered no one on each trip. I was able to pick up extra food, an extra canteen and my sword, which still lies where I had left it. One or more tributes have been there also. The pool of Cass' dried blood looks as if it has been walked on. Bits of dried blood seemingly kicked up by moving feet.

I have seen Seven once in the lagoon since I started living here. He saw me too so he knows I'm here. We were at quite a distance from each other and I quickly moved away.

I have explored most of the lagoon and have come across a few old campfires. He's moving around too. We keep missing each other. If we bump into each other at close quarters we will both attack, I'm sure of it. In this lagoon, neither of us risks starvation. Neither of us makes fires at night, which adds to this hit and miss game we are playing. I imagine the capitol people yawning as we move aimlessly through the lagoon, or yelling at the television in excitement when we narrowly miss each other. We'll come face to face soon enough. We're bound to.

On the morning of the fifth day of my life in the water maze, I hear the sound of trumpets. A voice booms out from the sky. "Attention tributes. There will be a feast at the Cornucopia today at midday. I repeat. There will be a feast at the Cornucopia today at midday" The voice ends. There hasn't been any bloodshed for almost a week, so the audience must be getting bored. A feast could mean one of a few things. It could be a proper feast with plenty of food, or it could have nothing at all. The feast could also contain a package for each tribute. Something that we desperately need. Feasts usually result in another bloodbath. The game makers are obviously trying to draw some blood for the audience's amusement. None of the tributes are doing anything so this might get things moving.

Like the audience, I'm getting impatient with waiting too. I decide to go to the feast. Even if no one dies I might find out where everyone is hiding. Every advantage helps.

I eat a quick breakfast and set off towards the centre of the arena. It takes me three and a half hours. I know my way around pretty well now. I crouch in the shallows and watch the Cornucopia one hundred metres away. I don't see any movement. It's not midday yet. I move along the shoreline until I reach the forest section. I take up position amongst the trees and wait.

I must have been waiting for two hours before the ground in front of the Cornucopia opens up and a table rises up. There are four bags, each with a number on them. 1, 2, 7 and 12. A gift for each tribute.

What could I possibly need? I don't desperately need something. However, whatever is in that bag must be valuable. I am glad it will be something I can use, and not food, which luckily I have plenty of.

The bag labelled 12 is small. The bag labelled 1 is quite large. The bags labelled 2 and 7 are identical. They are even shaped the same. Could they be the same thing? I decide I'll take Sevens bag too. He's already after me anyway and I don't want him to have any advantage.

I wait another five minutes. No one has run onto the field. If anyone else has come, then they are waiting and watching too. I decide its time to act. I take one last sweep with my eyes across the field then I go. I run as fast as I can, looking from side to side for any hint of an attack.

I'm nearly at the table when something in my subconscious tells me to drop. I leap forward and land hard on the ground as the Spear wizzes over me, missing me by half an inch. I hear it slam into the side of the Cornucopia. I frantically pick my self up off the ground and look to my left, sure enough there's Plato, spiked club in hand, charging at me.

I bolt the last few metres to the table and scoop up the bags labelled 2 and 7. I run straight for the lagoon. Suddenly I am hit from the side by a fast moving body and am sent crashing into the dirt. I look up straight into the eyes of Seven. He tries to tug his bag from my grip with his left hand whilst he throws punches into my face with his right. I frantically struggle to beat him off me. I cop a punch to my left eye and feel a stab of pain shoot through that eye socket. I can't see out of it and I can feel either blood or tears running down my face. I throw a wild punch upwards and hit Seven in the mouth. His teeth slit open the flesh covering my knuckles and I feel one of his teeth dislodge from his gums. His head snaps back from the impact and I am able to get a good look at Plato as he charges up to us with his club lifted above his head, ready to deliver death. This can only end badly. Seven leans forward again, ready to keep pounding me, but I shoot my good eye over in Plato's direction and scream "Watch out!" Seven gets the hint and jerks his body to the left. I roll to the right as the club smashes into the earth where I had laid a split second before. I jump to my feet and leap into the air, taking a roll on the ground, desperate to put some space between me and the monster.

I turn around and see Plato step towards Seven, swinging his club. Seven is on his back and desperately swings the bag at Plato's head. The bag hits Plato in the temple and he is stunned for a second. Seven takes this moment to get up and sprint towards the lagoon. Plato recovers and swings around to me. I run towards the cornucopia. There is no way I am fighting him close quarters. I use all my strength to yank the spear free from the cornucopia's side. I turn to Plato, spear raised. He lumbers towards me and that's when I notice Twelve. She's sprinting away from us towards the Cliffs and sharp rocks, her labelled bag swinging in her hands. She must have grabbed it whilst we three had fought. Something else in my mind takes control and I find myself shouting Plato's name and pointing towards Twelve. The stupid oaf actually turns around and see's Twelve running. I could easily impale him now. He looks back at me and I toss him the spear. He catches it and in one smooth turn he throws the spear. It sails through the air and impales Twelve through the back. She falls to the ground in a heap. Before Plato can face me again I turn and run. I circle around the Cornucopia and sprint to the lagoon. Twelve's canon goes off.

I splash into the water and start swimming. I don't stop until I am sure I am safe. I float in the water and look around. I can just see the Cornucopia. No Plato. I scan the water. No Seven either. I climb onto a small rock that sticks out of the water. I think about what had just happened. I had nearly died, that's for sure. There had been a few close calls with Plato's spear and club. But what gets me is the split second alliance Plato and I had. I guess we both saw an opportunity to rid the world of another tribute. I doubt either of us would have ever been able to track down Twelve if she had gotten away.

My hand goes up to my left eye socket. When I take it away I see blood. My left eye has been damaged and I can't see out of it. I splash some water onto it, which causes it to sting.

My attention shifts to the bag. I open it and pull out a strange looking pair of thin plastic objects and some glasses with a strap. I study the glasses and realise what they are for. I pull the strap around my head and place the glasses over my eyes. A special foam ring seals them to my face. These glasses are for seeing under water. I look at the matching pieces of plastic. I've never seen them before. The design of them looks like I can slide my feet inside. I slide my feet inside them and feel how perfectly they fit my feet with my boots on. I get a brain wave and dive straight back into the water. I can see perfectly under water, with my right eye anyway. I begin to swim. The things attached to my feet allow me to swim a lot faster. They remind me of duck feet.

The game makers have given me glasses for seeing under water and flippers to make travelling in water quicker and easier. This would make hunting Seven a lot easier, though I'm guessing that he also has these items.

I travel back to camp with ease. The flippers make it faster with less energy needed. When the water gets shallow, I take the flippers and glasses off and walk onto the island where my pack and raft are hidden from view between some rocks.

I apply ointment and bandages to my bust eye and take a pill for the pain. I can barely move the fingers on my right hand where Seven's teeth split them open. I think I can see some of the tendons amongst the torn flesh. I apply a ointment and bandages to that too. This is the hand I wield my sword with so I am now at a massive disadvantage.

I spend the rest of the day lying in the sand and nibbling on food. With a good fight and another dead tribute, hopefully the game makers will leave us alone for a while. When nighttime eventually fills the arena, the face of Twelve appears in the sky. She has a kind face. What a shame she had to die.