District 3

Bassolo Thomas's POV

Fire.

We wake up coughing and sputtering as fire quickly surrounds our small camping grounds. My eyes dart around, trying to find Eve amongst the flames, but I can't find her. Fear quickly overcomes me, have the fires already taken her?

"Bassolo come on let's go!" Eve suddenly appears behind me, shaking my shoulder urgently. That alone is enough to shock me into moving, and I hurriedly try and grab our supplies before the fire can claim them.

"No time, we need to move!" Eve pulls at my arm, forcing me to get moving, dropping the remains of our supplies in the process.

Flames lick at the bottom of my feet as we run, seemingly hungry for flesh. I let Eve guide me by my arm, unsure of where we're going. The fire seems to follow us, getting hotter and hotter the closer it comes. It has to be Game Maker fire, what other kind of fire follows you where you run? Whenever we try and change directions, the fire seems to spring up where we step, stopping us from veering off a straight course. We are forced to run to our left by the fire, but I am not sure whether this is a good idea. To our left is that river I saw in the Bloodbath. It's dark black and doesn't look very nice. I can't shake the feeling that the game makers are trying to drive us towards it.

"Come on! Just a bit further!" Eve calls. I force myself to keep running, but I can feel myself slowing in speed. I was never very athletic, always getting picked last for sport activities in school back in District 3, so this is definitely pushing it for me. Eve is amazingly fast, being able to take on bullies just with pure speed alone, so I'm sure I'm slowing her down, but surprisingly, she never lets go of my hand and forces me to keep moving.

We keep running, I'm not sure for how long. Slowly, it becomes less like fire licking my heels, and more like soft smoke, telling me that maybe we might be a safe enough distance from the fire. Finally we stop, just a few feet away from the black river. I didn't realize we ran that far. I turn around to face the direction we came in and find a wake of destruction in the fires path. We were lucky to get away with our lives.

Eve flops down on the ground, looking tired and worn out. She had first watch last night, but never woke me for my watch, so she's been awake all night. I'm sure adding a run for her life didn't help her condition.

"Rest for a while," I say, "It doesn't look like any tributes are around here, I'll wake you later." Eve simply nods her head in thanks and stretches out across the grass. Since we lost all our supplies in the fire, I guess we'll have to find some other way to find food and water. I edge closer to the pulsing river near us and peer into the murky water. Maybe there is fish in there we can eat.

I edge in a bit closer to the side of the river to get a better look, then suddenly, the ground beneath collapse and I fall into the black water. Crap I can't swim!

Instantly I am sucked into the center of the river and pulled under the water, what kind of a river is this! I desperately call out to Eve, scared she might have fallen asleep. I need help! What if Eve fell asleep, no one can help me!

I flail in the water, desperately trying to stay afloat and not black out. It's definitely not a normal river, the water around me physically hurts my skin, as if a thousand needles are piercing every inch of my skin. I can't stay afloat and my head slips under the water. The pain is so great I scream out, even though I am under water.

Big mistake.

Water floods into my mouth and streams down my throat. My throat suddenly burns as if I've swallowed hot lava, and my vision begins to darken around the edges.

"Bassolo!" I can hear Eve calling from the side of the river, but I can no longer see her. I struggle with all my might to reach the surface but it just seems to be getting further and further away.

No! I can't die like this, not in some game makers trap. I kick my legs furiously, pulling my way through the sludge. I break out onto the surface, gasping, as I swallow even more foul dark liquid. Eve is frantically waving by the side of the river, motioning me to swim towards her. I force myself through the liquid and to the end the river and throw my hand up desperately. She grasps it and hauls me out. I didn't realize Eve was so strong, or maybe I'm just really light.

I crawl over to the side of the river and lie myself out across the dim grass, wishing the pain in my throat would just go away. I turn my head to find Eve sitting cross legged next to me, a startled expression on her face. I give her a small smile of thanks, but the worried look remains on her pale face.

"Bassolo, please tell me you didn't swallow any of the river water!" She shakes me urgently. I'm so tired, I don't feel like talking, so I try and push her away, but she shakes her head even more urgently.

"No! This is important! Don't you understand what this is?" I force myself to look into her eyes, which are now flashing with worry. I've never seen Eve look scared before, so this is very frightening. Eve is always so cool headed, and she always knows what to do.

My throat feels numb now as the pain dies down, so I feel like I am able to speak again. I open my mouth to say something and… nothing comes out. I try again, and still nothing. Tears are now streaming down Eve's face.

"Bassolo, this is the River Styx, or at least the game makers version of it." She says in a whisper, tears streaking her face. It clicks in my head and I should smack myself for being so stupid. Eve explains anyway.

"In Greek Mythology, the River Styx was the river that divided the living world with the world of the dead. It's said that the God Zeus a thousand years ago cursed the river, so that the water would become so foul that if anyone were to drink it.." She pauses to take a breath and stare directly at me.

"They would lose their voice for 9 years…" Her voice trails off, but the words keep repeating themselves in my brain, giving me a headache.

Lose their voice for 9 years. Lose their voice for 9 years. Lose their voice for 9 years.

I am now officially a mute tribute.

District 6

Aurora Nevet's POV

"Do you want to stop here?" Rochelle asks me. We've been walking all day, not really sure where to go. I've noticed a golden temple rising in the distance, but both of us have no intention of actually going in.

"Ye-ah, here's good." I say in a soft voice. Our alliance has been so quiet without Zero's constant chatter.

Zero. I miss him so much. I mean, it's not like I was close with him or anything, but he is my district partner. I sort of knew of him, everyone did. He was the talkative one, that one that you would always go to if you wanted to have a long chat about nothing. We talked to each other a few times, but other than that, we hardly know each other. I wonder why I miss him so much? I did sort of want to protect him, I guess since I wasn't able to protect my brother when he drowned.. no, you're not allowed to think about that, not here, not now.

We set up our small camp, consisting of one sleeping bag, a very small fire and not much else. I notice Rochelle looking unfocused on what she's doing, a distant look in her eyes. Now, I've never been one to comfort others, let alone talk about emotions and feelings, but I feel like I really should talk to Rochelle.

"He-y." I say softly. Oh great, here comes the stutter. I force myself to speak calmly and take a seat next to my ally on the sleeping bag. Rochelle looks up at me, sadness filling her chocolate brown eyes.

"What's wrong?" Maybe the direct approach will work better. Rochelle stays silent for a bit, and I worry that I scared her out of talking at all.

"I… I killed him Aurora." She says under her breath.

"Killed who?"

"The man from District 7.. I didn't even know his name." Tears fall down her face. Suddenly, it's not Rochelle who I'm talking to, it's my brother, after I was pulled from the stream.

"Aurora! Aurora come on, wake up! Damn it wake up!" My eyes flutter open and I find myself lying on soft damp grass, small pelts of rain hitting my face. I find my older brother, Alika, standing over me, gently shaking me. He's crying, which is so unlike him. My head hurts so much, I just want to go back to sleep. I let my eyes close but Alika pinches my cheek lightly, forcing me to stay conscious.

"Aurora you've got to stay awake okay?" I slightly nod and quickly regret it. A military band starts playing in my head, making in throb and my thoughts go foggy.

"Jas-per?" I crock out. I can't see him from my position in the grass. Where is he.

"Aurora, he's gone, I'm so sorry." No no! I burst into tears.

"Alkia, I killed him! It was me!" I sob. My brother brings me into a sitting position and hugs me tightly.

"Killed? Who did you kill"

"Jasper! He drowned, and there was nothing I could do!" I practically scream the last few words.

"Aurora, look at me, you didn't kill him, it wasn't your fault, you tried to protect him"

It's a lie. It is my fault. I should have stopped him.

"Aurora?" I snap back to the present. Rochelle's looking at me, a confused and scared look on her face.

"S-orry." I babble. I think I know what I need to say to Rochelle now.

"Rochelle, look at me, it wasn't your fault, you were protecting that 12 year old from 8, you saved that little girls life." I explain, speaking stronger than I have ever in years. Rochelle looks at me, the tears on her face have started to stop falling.

"Really?"

"Yes, trust me, I've been there before." I say, "And the best way to get over it is just to keep telling yourself you did all you could, and that life goes on."

"Not for the District 7 boy, his life ended when I put that knife into his back." Rochelle says under her breath. A question keeps nagging at me that I've been wondering for a while now, so I finally pluck up the courage to ask.

"Ro-rochelle, why.. why did you kill him?" I ask. I don't want to upset the fragile girl from 10 anymore, but the question is eating away at me. Bramble wasn't anywhere near her during the bloodbath, and yet she purposefully approached him from the back and attacked him.

"He was going to kill Lucy, and I made a promise to Ha-" Rochelle quickly stops herself, but she's said enough. A small smile creeps across my face.

"You like Hale!" I announce in triumph. Rochelle blushes deeply but quickly covers herself.

"I do not! I just didn't want to see a 12 year old die."
"Admit it, you like him!" I giggle. It's the first time in years I've actually had a proper conversation with someone without stuttering, and I love it. I feel like I'm 10 again, discussing crushes with a best friend behind the school yard. Rochelle does have time to respond, as a figure bursts through the bushes and stumbles to the ground.

Sybil. The crazy girl from 5. She notices us for the first time and springs to her feet and grabs for a knife from her backpack and comes up empty handed. She scowls and ready's her fighting stance, looking ready for a fight. I thought this girl was crazy! We both stand uppruptly up and get ready for a fight. I'm shaking nervously, we can't escape from this fight and I have a feeling one of us isn't getting out alive.

"We don't want to fight." Rochelle says surprisingly calmly. She's pulled out two throwing knives and tosses one to me and I hold it in front of me, trying not to let my sacredness get the best of me. I have to be brave for my ally, we both need to get out alive.

"I don't either, but the Capitol will want a good show." Sybil snarls.

I stupidly toss my knife at the girl, missing her completely. Great, now she has a weapon. She seems to spring to life suddenly and moves at a lightning speed, circling us, looking for an opening. Rochelle and I go back to back, covering each other's blind spots. No way am I going to loss to this girl. Suddenly, Sybil throws the knife she acquired, but in a weird way. It soars through the air, leather handle first and hits Rochelle right in the temple. She falls to the ground, clearly dazed and I see her eyes go glassy. The hit wasn't enough to endues unconsciousness, but was enough to immobilize Rochelle long enough for Sybil to get to me.

"Rochelle!" I cry and start to run to my injured ally, but a force abruptly slams into my stomach, forcing my back against a nearby tree. I gasp as my spine practically ripples at the hit, but by breath is suddenly cut short as strong and deadly hands grab my throat.

"I'm sorry about this, but it's just the way the games go." Sybil whispers in my ear. She grabs me by the back of my neck and drags me easily over to a small spring near us. I instantly know what she is going to do and I struggle furiously against her, not wanting to go anywhere near the water. My struggles are in vain as all she does is tighten her grip on my neck.

Quickly, I find myself kneeling next to the small pool of water, Sybil standing behind me.

"Sorry again." Sybil whispers, then she slams my face into the water. I don't even have time to suck in a breath, and quickly I find my vision growing darker. I shake my head violently, images of the day my brother died flooding into my mind. Of all the ways I would want to die, drowning is dead last. Is this what my brother felt like? Knowing he was going to die, and unable to stop it?

Maybe it's better this way, I think as I finally let the darkness overcome me. Now I can be with Jasper again, now I might be able to finally apologize for letting him die….

District 8

Lucy Gray's POV

"So what are we doing today?" I hear Pomona ask.

"Nothing, we're going to rest up today and go hunting tomorrow." Mace says in reply. I can hear Pomona start complaining but I don't pay attention. All my concentration is going towards Hale. He hasn't been doing anything all day, just sitting down cross-legged and staring out towards the lake. I'm worried about him, I asked him to play with me this morning and he said no. Hale never says no.

I decide to take matters into my own hand. I guess I'll just have to remind him how much fun it is to play! We haven't played together in so long, so no wonder he doesn't remember! My brother can be so silly sometimes. I sneak up behind my brother, careful not to make a single sound. He's got his back to me, so this should be easy! Silently, I position myself behind him, ready to surprise him.

"Boo!" I jump onto his back like I always used to do when we were little and cover his eyes with my small hands. Instead of jumping in fright, Hale surprises me and springs to his feet. He swiftly draws out the sword I didn't realize he had sitting beside him and shakes me off his back violently. Quickly he turns and practically tackles me to the ground. I feel the skin on my knees graze and I hold back tears. Hale draws out the sword and places it across my neck, ready to kill. His face looks cold and hard and I am frightened by the look. Recognition suddenly floods his face as he realizes it was just me and he hurriedly tosses the sword aside.

"Lucy? Oh gods I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you!" Hale's warm hands pull me up from the ground and rest me against the soft grass. I'm too scared and shocked to speak. Did Hale almost just kill me?

"Let me see Lucy." Hale draws out my legs and examines the grazes. I've never been bruised or cut before, my daddy likes to make sure I'm always safe (maybe a little to safe), so the pain comes as a huge shock to me.

"Do I need to go to the popsicle?" I ask, scared. I hate the popsicle. Daddy would always rush me there for the silliest of things. Like one time I sneezed by accident 'cause I had accidently drunk my soda to fast, and Daddy rushed me to the popsicle and I had to wait and sit still while all these people ran tests and stuff on me.

"Popsicle? Lucy I think you mean hospital." Hale says with a smile.

"Oh." That makes more sense.

Hale wipes away the small red liquid that had formed around my graze.

"Hale? Why did you attack me?" I ask softly. Tears form in Hale's pale eyes but he quickly swipes them aside.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were one of the careers." He explains in a whisper.

"But I thought the careers were our friends? We were going to play games with them." I say confused.

"No." Hale looks at me with a very serious look. Hale's been acting differently since we got into the arena. He's been stricter, less like fun Hale.

"Lucy look at me," He reaches out a hand and tilts my chin up softly so that I'm looking into his eyes, "Do not trust anyone here ok, only me. Everyone else here, they're not like me ok, they will hurt you without a second thought." He looks into my eyes and I look back into his.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

I let Hale lead me away from our camp and we walk towards a forest like area. Hale seems to keep looking behind his shoulder, as if he thinks someone is following us. I don't like the silence, so I try and talk to him instead.

"I found a mocking jay in the garden on the reaping day!" I say excitedly, "Guess what I called him-" I pause for dramatic effect, "Jay!"

Suddenly Hale spins around and kneels down so he's at my height. He cups my face with his hands, comforting me but also stopping me from looking anywhere but his face.

"Lucy you're going to have to listen very carefully to what I say, and do not tell anyone what I'm about to tell you ok?" I nod my head slightly to show I understand and wait for Hale to continue.

"Lucy we're not going to be staying at the career camp for much longer," Hale says sternly.

"We're going to leave our friends?" I ask sadly. I hate leaving friends behind.

"They're not our friends." Hale snaps. I flinch slightly at Hale's tone. "We're going to run away the next chance we get, maybe in a day or two ok, I want you to start gathering up anything you want to take with you, but make sure no one knows you are taking anything." I nod my head again.

"Ok.. can we play now?" I ask excitedly.

"Chiffon listen to me!" Hale almost yells. He flinches at his own words and corrects himself.

"Lu-lucy I mean." He says quietly. Why did he just call me by my district partners name?
"Why did you call me Chiffon?" I ask confused. I haven't seen Chiffon since when we first entered this place. I remember Hale running over to Chiffon at one point on the first day, but I didn't see him after that.

"It's nothing, forget I said that." Hale says quickly. His face looks even paler than before now at the mention of Chiffon.

"That reminds me," Hale says, changing the topic quickly, "Mom gave me this to give to you." My brother pulls out a small handwritten letter from his shorts pocket and hands it to me. I sob as I slowly read it. My Mommy wrote me a letter, I haven't heard from her in ages. I miss her so much, almost as much as I missed Hale. But Hale's with me now, so I don't miss him anymore. Maybe after these 'Games' as Hale calls them are over, I can go with Hale and live with him and Mommy in District 1.

"Ready to walk back?"

District 10

Rochelle Hunter's POV

I can't think straight. Cotton fills my aching head, making my thoughts move way to slow. What happened? I remember fighting the crazy girl Sybil, her chucking Aurora's knife at me.. then, not much else. I find myself lying on the ground, and Sybil and Aurora are nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly I hear a piercing scream to my right, that's quickly cut off. Aurora! I force myself up off the ground despite the welt I feel forming on my head and spin around looking for my ally. Sybil has her, she's holding her head under the water of a small spring that was near our camp sit. No! She can't kill Aurora!

I run as fast as I can behind Sybil and throw her to the ground, cutting off her grip from Aurora. She snarls but doesn't seem able to fight back very well. I think she must be injured somewhere. We tumble in the grass, scratching at each other. She manages to cut me several times with her knife. I pull away from her and stumble a bit from my head wound. Aurora lies lifeless by the spring, not moving at all. She can't be dead, no way.

Seeing Aurora's body sparks something in me, and I am filled with an uncontainable rage. How could this girl just attack Aurora, she never did anything to her! I throw my last knife with all the strength I can muster. It hits Sybil in her stomach and she falls to the ground, her blood quickly covering the green grass underneath her.

I walk over to her, my sudden rage gone, instead filled with guilt an felled scared. I almost killed this girl! I don't want anyone else to die by my hands! I run to the fallen girls side and pull the knife out of her stomach despite her cry of pain and fumble around in my pack for some sort of first aid kit. I'm not going to let her die, no one deserves that kind of pain.

Sybil just laughs manically underneath me.

"Oh? So the girl from 10 has some guts after all. Go ahead kill me, that sorry excuse for a tribute deserved it." She nods her head over in Aurora's direction. I try and keep a calm head.

"No, she didn't, and neither do you." I whisper. Sybil looks shocked at this comment. I have to turn around to find what I need from my pack, but when I turn back Sybil's eyes have gone dim and she's gone limp. Her crazy smile still covers her face.

Her cannon rings out and I know she's gone. Another person has died because of me. Another person will no longer exist on this earth because of me. My attention turns back to my ally, who hasn't moved this whole time.

"Aurora!" I lie my ally out across the grass and check for a pulse. There is one, but it's so faint. Her eyes flutter open a tiny bit, but she doesn't seem to register her surroundings.

"Aurora! You can't die, please!" I scoop her up in my arms and cradle her.

"Please," I whisper, "don't leave me." Her eyes go dim and her breathing slows down until her chest doesn't even rise and fall again. She's gone.

I don't even hear her cannon. I lie her out and close her eyelids with my hands. She looks so peaceful. If anyone were to see her, they would think she was just sleeping.

"I'm sorry." I sob as the tears start. I've lost my last ally. I should have protected her, she shouldn't be dead.

I can't stay at this campsite anymore, not with the knowledge that I killed someone here, and that I lost my last remaining ally. I grab my pack and the knife I pulled from Sybil's stomach.

I just keep walking, I don't know where I'm going, but I can't stay in the same place anymore. Finally, I just can't walk anymore, so I sit down on the grass and begin to cry. Sybil's blood is still on my knife. I'm a monster, I've killed two people in these games already, and it's only day 2. I don't want to be around anyone else ever again, anyone who is ever around me will just end up getting hurt, Zero, Bramble, Sybil… Aurora.

District 9

Monalisa Ryna's POV

My eyes flutter open as small pelts of rain hit my face. I tilt my head slightly but can't stop the moan that tumbles out my mouth at the movement. I squeeze my eyes shut and try and force the pain away. Slowly I open my eyes again and stare around, disoriented and confused.

"Guys she's awake."

I find someone rushing to my side, relaxing me and whispering words of comfort. I don't recognize the voice though and my protective barriers fly up.

"Hey Monalisa, how are you feeling?" A small figure hovers just over me, concern etched into her face. I continue to stare at her. Did this girl save my life, or is she just going to kill me?

I find my answer as she redresses my wounds and gives me a sip of water. What happened to me? My mind flashes back to my fight with Pomona, that evil witch. She.. she torched me, then left me to die from blood loss. My mind hurts from just remembering the memory. The girl busses herself with my wounds for the next 15 minutes, cleaning them and applying antiseptic, which makes me wince, then turns to me.

"I found this next to you when we found you. I'm guessing it's yours." She pulls out my note pad and pen from her pack and places them next to me on the grass. Since you're not technically allowed to bring items into the arena, I had to pass it as my District token. The fact that this girl held onto it for me means a lot.

Carefully, I reach out my hand and scrawl something on the paper.

Hachet?

My ally. I watched as Chiffon was killed by Hale from District 1, but I have no idea what became of my ally after he told me to leave him behind. The guilt still hangs on me now. How could I have just left him behind? I missed the announcements that night, so I have no idea where he is, or if he is even still alive. I pray to every god I can think of that somehow he managed to get away, but just couldn't find me.

The girl shakes her head softly, tears forming in her eyes. Mine mimic her, overcome by dread and guilt. Hachet is gone. The man who volenteerly allied with me, despite me being 12 years old and a mute. The man who protected me in the bloodbath and allowed me to get away safely. No. He can't be gone!

I don't bother to stop the tears streaming down my face. I've put on a brave face this whole time, but now I completely give into my emotions. My body shakes as I cry, making my rips burn with new found pain. Quickly I have to stop myself, as the pain is too great. I stare into the girls eyes and write down something else.

What happens now?

The girl seems to think about the question, trying to form the answer in her mouth.

"Don't worry, your safe with us, we'll look out for you." Her lips curl into a small smile, but her eyes remain unchanging. Sadness is reflected in them and I feel like there is something else she isn't telling me.

"I'm Hayata by the way." She smiles. I try and sit up but I wince in pain. I guess I'm still not fully healed from that fight. Hayata helps me sit up and lean against a piece of rubble. I smile at her in thanks. Then I spot a small brown cross bow sitting by Hayata. She passes it to me and I look at her puzzled.

"Sponsor gift, people are betting on you." She smiles. I can hear a small sign of sadness in her voice. I guess she hasn't gotten any sponsor gifts yet. Why would people be betting that I would win, and not that she would? She seems so much stronger than me, much more able as well.

"Hey, your awake!" I hear a voice to my left and a big burly man approaches us.

"Hi I'm Alex." He smiles kindly but I still don't allow him to come near me. It's not till he wraps an arm around Hayata that I decide he is trustworthy. If Hayata trusts him, then so do I.

"I was just telling Monalisa how she is joining our alliance." Alex seems to give her a weary look, but just nods.

"Over there, by the tents, that's Kall, and those two fighting are Calvin and Seery," Alex points to each one in turn, "Those two like each other, but they won't admit it." He says it so matter of fatally that I can't help laugh.

"So what did Calvin say?" Hayata asks.

"It's a go, where moving in tonight." Hayata looks at me before asking her next question.

"What about Monalisa, she can barely move, there's no way she will be able to take on the careers." I realize what they are talking about. They're going to storm the career camp. I grab my note book and write something down.

I want to come. Pomona is in the careers.

This seems to solve any disputes. For the last remaining part of daylight, Hayata helps me start to get the hang of walking with the tree branch crutch, and gives me half of her arrows to use in my crossbow. She gives me a backpack and some food, as well as some first aid supplies. She's treating me like a proper ally, not just some patient or charity service.

"Ok Monalisa, I want you to listen very carefully." Seery, I think her name is comes up behind me and stands to my side. I awkwardly turn to face her, crutch in hand and try to meet her eyes.

"The plan is to get in under the cover of dark, take out the person on guard from a distance, then take out as many careers as possible without getting one of our own killed. From what I've studied, careers usually set up their camp about 300 feet away from the cornucopia, usually to the east, as water in the arena usually flows west. From this we can presume the guard will be facing with their back to the cornucopia, so that will become our base. If you get hurt at any time in the fight, retreat back to base where Hayata will be stationed with the first aid kit. Any questions?" It's a whole lot to take in and my mind just can't retain it all. I guess I'll just have to do my best. I nod my head to make it seem like I totally understood every word she said.

"Good, I think we are ready then."

It takes a long time until we can finally see the cornucopia in the distance. Even at night, light seems to reflect off the shiny metal body and provide a sort of beacon to those nearby.

As we get closer and take our places behind the cornucopia, I realize Seery was dead on in her perdictions. The came is directly infrount of us, east to the cornucopia, and I can make out one guard, it looks like Hale, the man from District 1, with his back turned to us. It must be about midnight now, perfect for us to strike.

"Everyone ready? In 3…2 …1…"

D1: Hale Gray – walking back to career camp, traumatized by Chiffons death
D1: Jessica Rose- at career camp, small cuts from bloodbath
D2: Mace Stranol- at career camp, uninjured
D2: Pearl Chrysler- at career camp, cuts form bloodbath
D5: Dylan DiMarco- killed at bloodbath by Jess
D8: Lucy Gray- waking back to career camp, grazes on knees
D11: Pomona Carver- at career camp, uninjured

D7: Sammy Tennant- with baby hellhound near lake Greek book in possession, uninjured
D10: Tucker Levington- with baby hellhound near lake, knife wounds on cheek

D4: Calvin Wilson- hiding out near careers, uninjured
D4: Seery Janeston- hiding out near careers, uninjured
D7: Bramble Malcome – killed at bloodbath by Rochelle
D9: Kall Roswell- hiding out near careers, small fight wounds from bloodbath
D12: Alex Jackson- hiding out near careers, uninjured
D12: Hayata Dise- hiding out near careers, distressed from Mona's near death
D9: Monalisa Ryna- hiding out near careers, brocken leg, gash on arm

D8: Chiffon Burrel- killed at bloodbath by Hale
D11 : Hachet Gennard- killed at bloodbath by Pearl

D6 : Aurora Nevet- killed on Day 2 by Sybil
D6 : Zero Godwin- killed at bloodbath by Jess
D10: Rochelle Hunter- crying alone near golden temple, head wound and cuts.

D3 : Eve Cane- caring for Bassolo near River Styx, small burns
D3 : Bassolo Thomas- near River Styx, voice lost

D5 : Sybil Holloway- killed on Day 2 by Rochelle