The large tarantula, which was the only word that she could think to describe it with, the manouvering through the tree's, giving her a few moments to prepare. Sadly, Quill was making it a little bit hard, since he was kissing me, hard. This was nothing like the other times. No, I almost let myself succumb to the kiss, before snapping out of it just as the spider freed itself.

I leaped to my feet at the same time that the spider charged forward. Quill fell backwards in surprise, but I was already leaping over his head, ignoring the flaring pain in my shoulder. The spider rose up before me, poison spattering my face, but I was very careful to keep my mouth closed.

I took my axe in both hands, swinging it hard straight into the side of the huge thing. It writhed beneath the blow and one clawed like leg ripped along my shirt, leaving a shallow gash from my wrist to my elbow. I grimaced, wrenching the ax free.

It was dripping with black blood and the whole front of my shirt was stained with the stuff now. The spider, charged, running me backwards. I backpedaled, smashing the ax into one of its legs and watching as the leg went flying. For a second, the extra weight sent the spider off balance, giving me a moment to compose myself.

I didn't get much of a moment, though. The spider was charging again. I couldn't move backwards fast enough and ended up falling down. Its pincers flashed in my face and I pressed the back of my skill flat against the ground. I let the axe slash deep into its shoulder and it writhed upwards.

My arm was wet with blood and one side of my shirt was mixed with red and black blood. I was guessing that the stitches were coming undone. Still, bleeding to death from an old fatal wound wasn't my worst problem right now.

I caught a glimpse of Quill, who was backing up quickly on his feet and hands, terror whole on his face. I stared at him for a second, before shaking my head. So much for brave. I felt guilty about that thought later. I'd panicked when the panther had showed up.

Suddenly, a flash of something small caught my eyes. Arizona was falling from a tree, two very large knifes glinting in her petite hands. She landed on the back of the spider, causing it's legs to collapse for a second. I gasped as the breath was forcefully removed from my lungs.

The spider suddenly reared back, giving me time to scramble out from under it and see that Arizona had embedded both her knife's deep into its skull, but hadn't managed to pierced the brain. I doubted any of her knifes could get through that skull. So that left it up to me and my axe, which I'd somehow managed to hold onto.

Suddenly, Arizona fell off of the spider, rolling into the grass. The spider twisted, faster than I would have thought possible and buried its pincers deep in Arizona's stomach.

"NO!" My scream echoed through the tree's, but I doubted anyone would come near us with all the sounds going on. Arizona's body rose with the spider, but the cannon had not gone off, so she was obviously still alive.

Pure adrenaline rushed through my veins. My fingers loosened slightly on the axe and I lifted it above my shoulder, before my bad shoulder twisted in pain and the axe slipped through my fingers, clattering to the ground. My chance was gone.

The spider charged me, Arizona sliding off of the pincers with a sickening squealing sound. She landed on the ground in a pile, but the spider had forgotten about her. I was its prey now.

It charged me and I backed up fast, but I ran into a tree. The same tree that was covered in spiders. I screeched, leaping away from it and shaking the spiders away, but not before the large one rained down on me.

The impact threw me to the ground, but somehow his pincers hadn't pierced my skin. For a moment I started to scramble backwards, but it was impossible. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for death.

A smack and a crunch was the only sound that came.

The spider fell half on top of me, but I managed to get out from under it within seconds, before the weight could crush my legs. In its head was my axe, embedded deep in the skull, much deeper then Arizona's two knifes. Standing over it was Quill, who was gasping for breath.

I stared at him for a moment, but then leaped up, racing past him. Arizona lay on the ground, chest rising and falling, her skin exactly the same shade of green as the grass around her. I fell down beside her, pulling her shirt away from the wound, before turning and vomiting up the rabbit that we had seemed to have eaten hours ago, even though it had only been minutes.

The wounds were just two holes punched in her stomach, but pus and blood was pouring out of them. It was surprising that she was still alive. I touched her face, finding that she was freezing, seriously feeling like ice or snow to bare fingers. There was something dribbling from in between her lips that I couldn't name... and didn't really want to.

Quill suddenly fell down beside me, Arizona's medical kit in his hands. He flung it open, taking out and alcohol swab and beginning to wipe at the wound.

I stared at him for a moment, but he just shrugged, "I'm just doing what she did to you,"

We managed to clean out the wound a little and I was pretty sure that wound wasn't deep enough to have punctured any organs. It was the poison that was the real bad thing. Arizona's heart beat was almost nonexistent. It was steady, but so quiet I panicked at one point, thinking she was death. Quill had been able to hear it though.

Quill did a rough job of stitching up the two wounds, stopping the blood flow, but we could do anything more than that. After a while, we managed to maneuver her into the makeshift den of ours, where we set her down where I'd been before. Which was a bed of moss.

Quill stood there for a moment, just staring at the small body before him, before sighing, "I think she may have fallen into a coma,"

I shuddered. Every once and a while, that would happen around our District and they almost never came back out of it.

I turned to our supplies, digging out the sleeping bag and placing it over her small, cold body gently, before wiping the hair back from her eyes. I escape death, she fall's into its clutches. It just didn't seem fair.

Quill crawled out the opening and after a moment I followed. In the clearing, the spider lay collapsed on the ground, its head oozing blood and gore around the axe. I stared at it for a moment, before my eyes flickered to Quill as he made his way towards the spider. He grabbed my axe handle, wrenching it out before chucking it to the ground. He yanks the two knifes out and they clatter down beside the spider.

I slowly approach, before reaching down and picking up the axe, wiping it along the ground. Before me, this axe had only ever cut into wood and maybe the occasional finger. It made me kind of depressed because it only showed once again how much I'd changed.

Sudden tears prick my eyes, red hot but I force them back, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, before turning back around and dragging my feet back to the tree. I crawl in, sliding my way to the far end and dropping the axe beside me, pulling my knee's up to my chest and placing my chin on my knee's, staring at Arizona's face.

Quill enters again, dropping the two knifes beside the fire pit, before taking the medical kit and pulling out a new needle and thread and quickly cleaning it.

I'd almost forgotten about my ripped stitches on my arm. My arm just needed a rough bandage, but Quill had to do a rough new stitch up on my arm, which had me clutching his nonbusy arm shoulder, causing him to wince and giving him crescent shaped marks of blood when he was done.

Oops.

It wasn't as good as Arizona's neat stitches and most of the poultice had washed away with the blood, but it had at least stopped the bleeding again. I began to pull my shirt back on, but though better of it when I made out the mess of blood all over the front. You would not be getting me into this shirt until it was washed.

"Where's the river I heard? I need to wash this shirt," I said, looking at Quill.

Quill took one look at my shirt and went a little green in the face. He pulled off his jacket and chucked it to me, I had no idea what had happened to mine, before crawling out the opening. I pulled the jacket on and followed quickly.

Out in the clearing, Quill walked into the tree's and I quickly followed. They had formed a well made path in the last ten days. Finally, the path opened out into a small clearing, a clear, small, shallow river bubbling along in the middle. The water sparkled bright, hurting the eyes when you looked at for to long. Flowers waved in the light breeze on either side, yet there was no other smell besides the normal, woodsy scent, like mold.

Quill turned and walked to a tree, sitting down against much as he had been before the attack. I moved forward, placing the shirt in the water and weighing it down with rocks, before scrubbing at it with my thumbs. The water was soon dark with the blood, flowing away down the screams. Soon there was only the stains, dark against the once white shirt, which I began to scratch at with my nails.

I was so intent on cleaning my shirt off until the memories of today were gone that I didn't see the parachute falling. Neither did Quill and the small 'clank' it made as it hit the ground beside me made me leap to the left, head snapping around and hands already ready to fight. Then I took in the small basket.

Inside two bread roles were still steaming. They were both obviously from my District, with the small grains and a dark brown colour. A warm sent rose to my nose, smelling just like home.

Quill suddenly was beside me, looking down into the basket curiously, before raising his eyebrows as he took in the two roles, "Wonder what District these are from,"

"There from mine," I said, pulling out one role and cradling it in my hands, the warmth spreading up my arms. I made it very clear that Quill was to take the other one and after a moments hesitation he did, balancing it carefully in one palm.

I glanced at my shirt, making sure that the stones weren't going to give way from the current, before turning away from the water and digging my teeth into the warm bread. It would have been better with butter, or maybe cheese, but still, the taste of home was enough to make me happy.

It was gone all to soon, with only the memory of the grainy taste on my tongue. Quill had finished his as well and I couldn't help believing that my District had sent me two pieces because of Quill having saved my life from the spider.

Quill sat down, crossing his legs, before looking at me, smirking, "You know, its starting to bother me that Gregor is only sending you stuff! Come on, Gregor!" He called to the sky.

I snorted, shoving his shoulder as I yanked my shirt from the water, wringing it out, "Those bread roles were for both of us,"

Quill shrugged, shoving himself to his feet, "Are you ready to go? I don't like standing out here for this long,"

After a moment, I nodded, standing up. Quill strode across the clearing and I jogged after him, suddenly wary of the clearing around us. If there was giant spiders, what else could there be?

As we entered our clearing again, I carefully avoided looking at the gored spider. We would have to move the thing or leave the area sooner or later. It would only be a matter of time before the smell of fresh, dead meat brought on more predators.

Looking up into the sky, I suddenly noticed a large mountain rising up above the tree tops. In was in the direction opposite of the ocean, or so I thought it was. I squinted my eyes at it, suddenly sure that I wanted to head in that direction.

After a moment, I pointed in the direction of the mountains. Quill followed my gaze, "I want to head in that direction... now,"

Quill gave a small nod, but his eyes doubted my choice when he looked at me, "What about Arizona? We can't just leave her,"

I shrugged, "I'll carry her. I doubt she even way over one hundred. I've carried heavier weights then her,"

Quill shook his head, "You're shoulder,"

I rolled my eyes, "My shoulder has nothing to do with it. We're not at home now, where we can just sit around and wait for it to heal. Sooner of later that huge spiders going to bring something in, something that will probably be looking for a quick meal,"

Quill was still shaking his head, "We'll just go inside the tree,"

I sighed, turning my glare on him, "You really think that it won't be able to knock down a tree if its determined? That tree's half rotten! We're lucky it hasn't collapsed on top of us yet!"

Quill just looked at me, before shrugging, "Okay,"

I opened my mouth to argue farther, then snapped it shut again, raising my eyebrows at him, "Okay?"

He nodded, "I can see you're point. It may put us in danger with other Tributes, but it will get us out of danger of this zone,"

After a moment, I nodded, a curt little movement of my head, "Good, lets get ready,"

I pushed him aside, sliding in the opening and moving to our supplies. I started to stuff things into the bag. It took a while, but after a while I had managed to get all our stuff into the bag, including my shirt wrapped in a piece of plastic. I'd hang it up later.

I turned, passing the bag to Quill, who was leaning in the opening. He took it in his hands, watching as I moved over to Arizona and started to maneuver her out.

Finally, outside, I hoisted her up onto my shoulders, wrapping her limp arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I'd been right about her weighing next to nothing. I could pick her up like a doll. Quill waiting as we arranged ourselves, before turning and moving in the directions of the mountain.

I really hoped I was right about this.