A/N: I'm listening to "Shelter from the Storm" by Bob Dylan as I write this. :) Such a good song. Even if Bob Dylan can't sing. Thanks to those who added this story to their Favorites or put it on their alerts! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Writing the Hunger Game action is my favorite part.

As soon as I woke up the next morning, I started walking. I needed to keep moving. Hopefully I'd find some water soon. It had only been a day and I was really noticing the hunger yet, but the dehydration was starting to creep up on me. There weren't many plants around, but as I continued to walk the number of plants began to increase. Unfortunately, most of the plants were just small shrubs or tufts of grass, nothing edible. Every now and then there'd be a cactus though.

The sun was horribly hot and I had to exert more energy to cross the terrain. It was incredibly rocky and the land never stayed flat for more than ten steps. Walking downhill, I let out a small shriek when my foot slid out in front of me after stepping on some loose rock. I fell down and slid down the hill a few feet before coming to a stop. My back hurt and I didn't get up at first. I was too tired, too worn out. As I moved my hands to lift myself up, I felt something wet underneath my right hand. I turned my head and saw that my hand was sitting in a small puddle of water. "Where did that come from?" I thought.

I looked around but couldn't figure out where the water might've originated. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the only things around me were rock, more rock, and a cactus. I got up and slowly walked over to the cactus. Where else could the water possibly have come from? I inspected the cactus for several minutes but couldn't find anything to suggest that it contained water. There was no water on the ground around it and the cactus itself was completely dry. But then I noticed a small hole that had been carefully made about halfway up the cactus. I used my fingers to widen the hole and expose more of the inside of the cactus. The hole still wasn't very big, but I was able to get a pinkie in. Feeling around, I felt something wet. Pulling my pinkie out, I examined and discovered that my finger had a light amount of water on it. There's water in the cactuses! But whoever had made that hole had clearly drained the cactus of its water earlier.

"God dammit Amalie, will you slow down! Not everybody can walk as fast as you do!" hissed a voice that I immediately recognized as Stark's. "Oh shush," snapped Amalie in reply, "Maybe if you would've done more conditioning you'd be prepared for all of the walking!"

I started to panic. They were on the other side of the hill and getting closer. To my right, the ground was covered with large rocks and boulders that eventually turned into a mountain. To my left was a small valley that didn't seem to offer much as far as hiding spots go. So I ran to the rocks on my right. I hurriedly began to climb over the rocks when I saw the brown hair of Amalie pop up on the edge of the hill. Quickly, I ducked into the small space between two of the rocks. There proved to be just enough room for me to crawl, and I moved as far out of sight as I could.

"Do you think anybody's hiding in those rocks?" asked Amalie. "Doubt it," scoffed Stark, "What'd be the purpose of hiding back there?"

"Well, wouldn't that be where you would hide if you heard us from the other side of the hill?" chided Amalie. Stark sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. But we better find someone soon! It's been a good twelve hours since I've gotten a kill!"

I heard them climb onto the rocks and begin to slowly search through the cracks to look for people. My breathing began to increase and I closed my eyes in fright as I heard their footsteps continue to grow louder. I tried to keep a handle on my breathing by slapping a hand over my mouth, but the sharp intakes of breath I made through my nose weren't much quieter. Suddenly, a loud noise came from my left and distracted Amalie and Stark. "What the hell was that!" shouted Amalie.

I heard their footsteps begin to recede and I slowly poked my head out from my hiding spot. They had moved across the rocks and both had their backs turned to me. Realizing that this might be my only chance to escape, I crawled out from my hiding spot and raced towards the mountain, hoping to find get out of sight before they noticed. "Hey! There goes a girl!" I heard Amalie shout. So much for that.

My skipped a few beats as I felt an arrow fly by right next to my ear. The side of the mountain rose sharply but there were several rocks to climb upwards. I immediately began pulling myself from rock to rock, trying to pull myself as high up as possible. Amalie and Stark reached the base of the mountain and Amalie fired an arrow up at me. The slope evened out a bit and I rolled onto the small area of flat land as the arrow shot by. From this spot, I was guarded from Amalie's arrows, but I was left without an escape route.

"Watch my stuff," I heard Stark command from below. The sound of grunting and heavy breathing told me that it was Stark who was making the climb to come and kill me. I poked my head over the side of my little cliff to see that he was already half way up! Amalie fired another arrow up at me but I rolled out of the arrows path. As he got closer to the top, I scanned my surroundings trying to think of a plan. I spotted a small rock as Stark got one hand on the side of the cliff. I quickly picked it up and slammed it against Stark's hand. He screamed in pain and released his grip on the mountainside, causing him to stumble back down the mountain, all the way down to Amalie.

"I'll fucking kill you!" he shouted angrily from the bottom. I actually smiled a little, proud that I was able to cause him so much pain. "Stark, you're bleeding," said Amalie. My smile grew wider. "Well, no fucking shit Amalie!" he growled, "We'll just wait for her to come down. You can't stay up there forever!" He directed the last part at me and I realized he was right. I couldn't stay up there forever. I needed to find water. I needed to find food.

Stark howled in pain again. "Can you even walk?" asked Amalie, generally concerned over the health of Stark. I couldn't see Stark from my spot (I didn't want peek my head out and get hit by an arrow) so I didn't know the extent of his injuries. "I'm fine!" he shouted, enraged. "No, you're not," replied Amalie, "Come on, let's go back to the cornucopia and get you some medicine."

"No!" defied Stark, "We have to kill her!"

"She can wait! She's nobody. It'll be easy enough to just kill her later. But the longer we wait here for her, the worse you're injuries are going to get."

"Fine," Stark acquiesced. "But this isn't over!" he shouted back up at me, "I'll make sure I give you the most painful death ever if it's the last thing I do!"

I heard the two talk some more but it was inaudible as they began to walk out of earshot. After a few minutes of lying on the cliff, I peered over the edge and saw that the two of them had left. Cautiously, I slowly climbed back down the mountain, keeping my eyes on the hill to make sure they didn't suddenly reappear. As soon as I hit the ground, I sprinted off the rocks and continued down the path I was on earlier. After five minutes of fast running, I finally became sure that I wasn't being followed and allowed myself to catch my breath.

In those five minutes of running, the amount of plants had increased dramatically. There were even a few bushes that grew berries. I examined the berries carefully, and eventually I found some that I recalled were safe to eat. It was only about fifteen berries, but those fifteen berries seemed to rejuvenate me enough to keep walking for the rest of the day, towards the mysterious gray wall that was a perpetual monument on the horizon.

Towards the end of the day, dark clouds began to cover the sky and the wind began to increase dramatically. I eagerly awaited the arrival of rain in hopes of quenching my thirst, but the rain never came. There was wind, lightning, and thunder, but no rain. Gales blew fast enough to move large boulders and it became difficult to walk. The gray wall grew larger and I realized I was getting closer to it.

Trees began to appear and I was growing increasingly curious as to why the amount of foliage went up as I continued to walk.

By the time night fell, I reached the wall. It towered at least a hundred feet high and was taller than any mountain in the arena. I turned around and realized that it must circle the arena, because I could see a line of gray across the skyline on the other side of the arena. Two rocks leaned against the wall and formed a little fort. "Perfect," I thought. I walked to the rocks and found that there was a small opening at the bottom just big enough for me to crawl into. I was the smallest person left, so it was very possible that no one else would be able to fit through that opening. The inside of my newfound shelter was small but serviceable. There was room enough for me to lie down and some extra room leftover in case I ever found food that I needed to store. I decided that I'd start searching for food the next morning, despite the fact that my growling stomach wanted me to search for food right then.

I heard a clank outside of my shelter and peeked through the entrance to see a silver parachute hit the ground. "A gift from a sponsor!" I though ecstatically. I reached through the entrance and grabbed the parachute, pulling the small bucket that was attached inside with it. A piece of paper was taped to the top of the bucket and I read the message on it: "Stay safe. With Love, Finnick." The "With Love" part stirred emotions inside of me but I pushed them down. "Those don't matter right now," I reminded myself as I opened the bucket.

Inside the bucket were several loaves of bread and a small knife. "How on earth did he manage to swing that!" I thought, shocked at the contents of my basket. Then I remembered how popular Finnick was within the Capitol and realized that in reality it probably wasn't that hard for him to have gotten all of this sent to me.

Studying the knife, I got an idea. Crawling out of my shelter into the rainless storm, I gathered as much vine, grass, and leaves as I could. Once I had collected enough material, I began to construct a trap right in front of my fort. That way, if anybody tried to get into my fort, they'd get caught and I'd be able to escape. Once I finished setting the trap, I went back inside my shelter and ate some of the bread.

Then, I made a mistake, I allowed myself to start thinking too much. Maybe it was the stress after a long day of walking, or the result of getting a note from Finnick. All I know is that I started to get really emotional. I thought of how life could've gone, how things could've been if my life had contained at least one iota of normalcy. I could've been at home with Allie, my family still all alive. I could've been in District Four, on the lake behind my house. I could've still met Finnick, and we could've been happily enjoying a nice sunset. But instead, I was in some forsaken desert made by the Capitol. I was facing almost certain death, and my brother Andrew was one of the people who were inadvertently helping to orchestrate it. I was torn from Finnick and was battling my own emotions as to how strongly I cared for him.

I tried to at least look at the positives. Finnick said he loved me. I had food. Andrew at least was alive and Allie very well could be. I had escaped two Careers and had even managed to severely injure one of them. I knew where I could find some berries, and I had shelter from the rainless storm that continued to rage outside. Those thoughts didn't erase my sadness, but they did manage to calm me down and allow me to relax a bit. Still feeling a little lousy, I lay down and watched as the wind caused a tree outside to sway. The sight eventually faded from my vision as I slowly fell asleep.

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