I get to the Cornucopia fairly quickly, but not quick enough to avoid certain death.

Gleam is the only person who got there before me, and he's already chosen his weapon – possibly the biggest spear I've ever seen. And, unfortunately, I come right after him, being his first target.

He comes straight at me as I take a moment to examine the pile of weapons in front of me. I notice him out of the corner of my eye and quickly jump out of his way before he skewers me.

Now I'm starting to see why Finnick wanted me to think.

To avoid any more attacks, I quickly run to the forest behind me, but not before coming in contact with a girl from District Eleven, who I easily knock over by kicking he legs out from under her. I sprint to the trees, and go back as far as my legs are willing to take me – which isn't very far by the looks of it.

I hear footsteps behind me and I panic. All that goes through my mind is OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod I'm going to die. And, with that in mind, I climb a tree to avoid whoever it is.

I've seen plenty of reruns of my mother's Hunger Games. But her Bloodbath seemed more… easy to get away from. But I can tell by the people right under my tree – who are looking for me – that this time isn't going to be as easy.

It dawns on me that I'm probably the weakest and therefore easiest to go after because of my lack of weapons. Whoops.

I should've probably gotten one of those.

I could make another one of my makeshift swords, but that would take rope. And I don't have that. I silently pray to the Finnick watching over me that he'll send me rope. "Please," I whisper, not audible enough for the tributes that are now moving on from my tree to hear. I guess the group is the Careers, since they haven't killed each other. Yet.

My suspicions are confirmed when Gleam comes along and joins them after a few minutes, his spear coated in various types of blood. None of which is mine, I happily note.

When no one is in sight, and I can't hear anything, I climb down my tree, and head out to the Cornucopia. I don't immediately go out in the open, since that would be like sending a flare up in the air and yelling, "Hey, world! I'm ready to die!" But, by the looks of the several dead bodies and the blood-coated grass, the battling is done here.

I take cautious steps, surveying my surroundings to make sure no one is plotting to kill me. Finnick would probably kill me because of my stupidity right about now, but I don't care. I avoid the bodies, careful not to step on anything that might make a sound. No weapons or resources are in sight.

"Damn," I say under my breath. I start to retreat into the forest when a metallic light catches my eye. A sword is in the hand of a dead tribute, and upon further inspection of the beholder, it turns out to be Brant.

"Oh my God," I say, looking away. I look back and observe his blood-coated hair and face. A gash in his forehead is the source. He's obviously done.

I reach down to pull the sword out of his hands, thinking that he'd want me to have it. But his fingers are tightly gripped around the handle, giving me no chance of getting it. I groan and try to pull harder on his fingers, hoping that I don't pull them completely off.

Suddenly, his eyes open and he quickly strikes my upper arm, leaving a large wound. I cry out in pain, falling to the ground. He then jumps up, and pulls the sword up so that it is poised over his head, ready to strike a fatal blow. But a look of confusion washes over his face as I pull myself up to a sitting position, pained and weak. I use his momentary confusion as an excuse to slip away from him, seeing as he just stands, staring for several seconds. I practically crawl back to the forest, hoping that Finnick has something on the way for me.

My prayers are answered when I climb another tree, which was a difficult feat, and receive a small package wrapped in pure white cloth and tied up with rope. Inside were two things: rope and bandages. I close my eyes and silently thank Finnick. I take a few minutes to bandage my arm, and then I sit to wallow in my thoughts.

So, people are trying to kill me.

Brant faked dead and then tried to kill me.

He's probably out to get me right now.

I pull myself up so that I'm standing up in the tree, and I survey the area. I see no one.

But then a bright flash of green momentarily passes by, and I let out a silent breath of relief. Scarlett hasn't died yet. Yet, at the same time, that upsets me. That means I'll have to get over her later. Or I'll have to kill her.

Either one isn't really a pleasant option to me.

As I sit down, several cannons go off. I know as well as anyone who has ever seen the games that each cannon shot off represents one person dead. I guess there's a delay because of Brant's fake death. They probably wanted to make sure others were actually dead before saying they were.

In the end, the torturous noises total up to eight. Eight dead, in a matter of an hour or so. I feel a mixture of disgust and hatred towards the Capitol, yet relief that I'm not one of them.

I hear a rustling of leaves below me. I look down, preparing for the worst and silently panicking. Luckily, whoever it was passed quickly, but not without having someone following close behind, waiting to kill.

I've nearly died twice today, and been wounded once. I don't think I'm going to go much longer without getting some real damage.

I have a feeling that I'm dying soon.