We all look at our surroundings. How does this make any sense. The buildings, made of snow, the represent the home district of Weave. District 8.

"How is this... How did this form?" He looks around. After a long silence from confusion. "Could this be from... that stuff that got in your eyes?" Botan speaks up.

"How would that even work? That stuff hit me in the eyes and... now we're all seeing 8." He rubs his hand against a building. It looks to have been completely made of snow.

"What even is this?" Coba looks around. "Maybe that stuff went through your eyes and targeted your brain and is bringing out you inner... home sickness I guess?" I decide.

"That would actually make sense, but where does this come from?" Coba questions. We seem to be in a mock reaping square of District 8 completely made of snow. We begin walking around the eerily empty snow built town square.

"What's even the point of this?" Botan asks. "The gamemakers are definitely up to something. Keep your eyes peeled." Plutark orders. A cold breeze flows through the area. As we walk through alley way after alley way, I wonder why this is here and why it is necessary.

As we look around, Weave touches a wall. "This is... this is the factory..." He wipes the snow. However, when he brushes the snow, 4 numbers are revealed.

"6-7... J-June Seventh?" He stands back. "Wait? June seventh? The hell does that have to do with anything?" Pluatrk goes up and looks at the wall. "The date on the factories... out of all dates, why?" He falls to his knees.

"Oh right. They have those schedule things for the factories in 8 I'm guessing. Why are you upset about June seventh though?" Botan asks. Right around that time we hear a screeching sound. Everyone (Except Weave) turns around in shock.

Weave falls to his knees before crying. "I know what's going on now... June Seventh..." He wipes his tears.

"That's the day... my parents died... in an accident..." He turns to us. "Wait? What?" I question him. Before he can explain more though, a building explodes only a block away. The blast us throws us at a building.

"Ow! What was that?" Coba hits the ground. As we begin to stand up, we're all tackled to the ground by Weave. "GET DOWN!" He shouts, tackling us all at once.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOM!" The building behind us explodes and a wave of heat emerges among us. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Weave screams in agony as everything around us is engulfed in a giant explosion.

Me and Botan are both knocked into another wall before we fall back into the snow. I begin to open my eyes, but when I open them, all I see is black smoke and red flames emerging from the snowy version of District 8.

"Weave?" I weakly cry his name. "Dagan..." Botan quietly cries my name. As we both slowly begin to get to our feet, another explosion knocks us back into the wall.

I hit the wall with a helpless yelp before sinking back into the snow again. "WEAVE!" Botan shouts his name again. No answer...

"BOOM!"

There's our answer...

"BOOM!"

"Botan? BOTAN?!" I shout her name. "I-I'm okay..." She gets up. "COBA! DAGAN! BOTAN!" Plutark shouts. He must have been shot about a block or two away.

"Plutark!" I weakly cry out his name. "Weave and... and Coba... They're both..." Botan gets up. I lift her to her feet and we struggle to get out of the explosion...

Hours later...

"I can't believe they're gone..." I repeat to myself. Though, I'm not quiet about my sadness though. Botan and Plutark are right behind me. "If I hadn't let them go..." Plutark says to himself. As I shake my head, I look up at the clouds in the sky. Eventually, the fire died out due to snowfall but things are still terrible in our group.

We had Zipaah, the District 8 female, Rena, Weave and Coba all die in shorter than two days. "I wonder if the Game Makers really want us... dead..." Botan admits.

"We need to keep our eyes open. The game makers are unpredictable douches this year." Plutark says to us. I look up at the clouds. I feel myself losing hope. Maybe I'm next? Maybe I'll meet mom again when I-,

The sound of a tree branch snapping interrupts my thoughts and echos across the turns to around. Plutark turns back to us and gives us the 'be quiet' signal. He grabs out a knife before pointing it in the direction of the sound.

Next thing we know, Botan grabs her sword and I pull out my sickle. The careers... it must be the careers. It seems as if the Game Makers really want us all dead... but why?

As I swallow my saliva, I begin to think. How are we going to counter these assholes when they atta

"HYAAA!" I high pitched scream jumps through the bushes and aims for Plutark. He swiftly avoids the persons spear and immediately cuts the person across the face. She falls to the ground, albeit alive.

However, she pushes herself across the snow before getting to her feet. "No. I'm not weak and useless!" She goes in to shove the spear into me. However, I quickly dodge it and throw my sickle at her. The girl ducks and it hits a tree.

Before the girl can get up, Botan quickly kicks her in the stomach, knocking her to onto her stomach. It's now that we clearly know who she is. The District 3 female...

"Why... Why can't I fight back!" She glares at us as she gets to her feet. "What do you want from us?" I ask her. She doesn't answer me. Instead, she shoves he spear at me. Botan quickly knocks her spear out of the way with her sword.

"Are you leading the careers here?" She asks her. "No! They tried to kill me because I was useless... Like I've always been..." She drops to her knees. After a pause she begins to sob emotionally.

"They tried to kill you? Why?" Plutark asks. "Because... I lost the radar and we lost Shirath (District 1 Male) to the avalanche. They blamed it on me and attempted to kill me today." She cries.

"Oh." Plutark nods before turning around and leaving. "Wait? Where are you going?" Botan asks. Plutark stops before turning around.

"We're leaving her here. She's probably going to try and kill us just like the careers. Not much of us left anyways. Rena, Coba and Weave are all dead too." He reminds us.

"I want to join you guys," She shouts, suddenly. We all stop before turning around to her. "Why should we let you?" Plutark asks you. "I... I-I just wanna have friends... someone I know that can protect me..." She explains, standing to her feet.

"... How many other tributes are not in alliances..." I say to myself. The others both turn to me and catch wind of what I just said. "You know, Dagan has a point. The careers... their are 6 of them... there are 3 of us... Only us and them..." Botan admits.

"Can I please join you?" The District 3 Girl asks again. "FINE! Just we'll be watching you." Plutark finally accepts her. "That and we don't have any weapons for you." I bring up.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." She begins crying.

"Shhh. We have to get out of this area before the careers begin hunting again." Botan orders her to be quiet. "Alright." She nods. We begin traversing through the quiet forest...

Remaining Tributes (I lost count earlier)

District 1 Female (Clissa)

District 2 Male

District 2 Female (Terra)

District 3 Female (Atlus)

District 4 Male

District 5 Male (Plutark)

District 7 Male

District 7 Female

District 9 Male (Dagan)

District 9 Female (Botan)

District 12 Male

Yeah, short chapter and all but still. I began doing the Odds and Evens series (Which explains every Hunger Games 1-100) recently and got really into it, started doing Dragon Ball Alpha once again and had to put this one down for a while. However, I'm still going to try and bring this series back to life as much as I can.

I actually never explained how District 8 (Made out of snow) just randomly popped up in the arena. You see, that stuff that got into Weaves eyes in the previous chapter actually goes through his eyes and to his brain and find a dark memory from his past. It transmits this to the arena and then it appears. Yeah, a little hard to believe but it seemed like a fun idea.

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