District 7
Sammy Tennant's POV
I am awoken by what I can only describe as wet sandpaper kisses. Slowly opening my eyes, I find two dark midnight pupils staring back eagerly at me.
"Hey." I giggle slightly as I push the hellhound off my body. He lets out a friendly bark, but I quickly shush him.
"Shh, Tucker's still asleep." He whimpers a bit and I let out a sigh before finally caving.
"Fine, how about we go look for some food for breakfast." Pulling myself up, I rub my eyes tiredly before slinging my pack over my shoulder and grabbing the knife Tucker gave me. If only I had an axe. The Greek book is still sitting securely in my pack, where hopefully no one will find it. I can't believe our luck securing it. Reading over it last night, I realized what a big advantage the small book actually gives us in the arena.
I start on the long walk towards the four traps Tucker and I set up to catch food. Well, actually now three, since I cut lose the District 3 tributes yesterday. Why did I do that? The question keeps bothering me, and I can't make it stop. Why did I set them free? I could have killed them both then and there, and yet, I didn't, and I stopped my ally from doing the same.
Deep down, I know the truth to it. I set them free because I know that they have families back home. I allowed them to escape because I know what it's like to lose someone you love to something as cruel as the Hunger Games. I've experienced how it feels to watch someone die on TV. I lost my best friend to the games, and I didn't want anyone else to have to feel and go through what I did, weather I actually know them or not.
It's dumb, I know. There can be only one winner in these games, and I'm letting tributes go left and right. If I want to get back home to my best friend's sister, I'm going to need to try harder.
As I walk, my hand unintentionally begins to trace the two knife wounds on my cheek. Why did that girl in the bloodbath attack me? It was like she had a grudge against me. I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life in that moment. But it wasn't the fact that I was about to die, no, what scared me was my unwillingness to kill her. I mean, she attacked me out of nowhere and was going to kill me without a second thought, and yet, I wouldn't, couldn't kill her. I don't know why.
District 2
Mace Stranol's POV
"Come on get moving!" I let out a loud sigh to answer Pearl's demands. Must she order us around?
"Who died and made you queen?"
"I heard that!"
"That's why I said it loud!" I let out another loud groan, making sure both Pearl and Pomona can hear me. Seriously, if they keep it up like this, this alliance could be over before they know it. I suppress the witty comment I was going to spit in my ally's face and instead continue in walking behind the girls as we continue our hunt for tributes. Most likely one tribute in particular. Hale.
It sucks being the only guy left in the careers. The girls seem to have bonded over their love of killing and crazy nature, meaning that I am always outnumbered in group decisions, IE, the decision that we should leave the career camp all together and start hunting tributes. I'm the leader of this group after all, I should be making these decisions, not Pearl and Pomona.
We keep moving forward, following Pearl through the arena floor.
"Wait! Everyone stop and get down." We all dive to the ground immediately at the sound of Pomona's voice.
"What is it?" I hiss under my breath, drawing my mace out from my pack and readying myself for a fight.
"I saw a tribute's shadow in the forest. Someone must be nearby."
"Do you think it was Hale?" I ask the question I know Pearl must be thinking. My district partner shakes her head and scowls disappointingly.
"No, I saw the shadow. It looked female. Whoever is was is close."
"I say we go after them." I conclude.
"No, we need to continue in our search for that traitor Hale." Pearl glares at me with dagger eyes. But for once, I don't allow myself to back down; instead I meet my ally's eye line, challenging her. Finally, Pomona makes a decision.
"I'm with Mace, if it's a tribute, then I say we do some damage." An evil smile curls across the District 11 girl's face and I can tell their will be no arguing with her. If we don't give her a kill, then either Pearl or I could be next on her list.
Pulling myself from the ground, I scan the area for the figure in the trees. I can no longer see her, but I'm sure she must still be close. Silently, Pearl pulls out her whip from her pack, while Pomona draws out some wicked looking throwing knives. Now those I don't recognize.
"Where did you get those?" I question her suspiciously, pointing to the weapons in the girl's hand. Pomona just smiles knowingly.
"A parachute brought them a few days ago." I let out a groan. Of course people would be betting that the blood thirsty girl from 11 would win the games. I brush off the thought and ready my own weapon as we run in formation towards the entrance of the wood like area. Each time I take a step, I feel water soak up from the grass beneath me into the sandals covering my feet. I mean, I know the game makers were going for a Greek feeling when designing our outfits for the arena, but they could have at least made them more weather resistant.
We each take cover behind a tree, peering out into the surrounding forest area. There. I see the shadow of a tribute as it moves further and further away from us, yet still not detecting our movements. I draw myself out from my shelter behind the thick trunked tree and start moving towards the figure in the distance. My allies do the same left and right from me, but each move slighter further away, planning to cut off the tribute in case she tries to make a run for it. I continue my straight course alone as Pomona disappears to my left, and Pearl to my right.
Continuously ensuring the enemy doesn't spot me, I make my way closer and closer, taking cover in the form of shadows and bushes whenever I get the chance. The closer I get, the more I can make out the defined features of the tribute's face. Wavy brown hair shrouds the girl's face, but I can still see flashes of green eyes each time the tribute moves. Sammy. The District 7 tribute. This is way too easy. Finally, I'm in close proximity of her, and I come out from the shadows and start in a running sprint towards her, hoping to catch her off guard. She lets out a scream as she seems me running towards her, and takes off in the opposite direction, hoping to out run me. A four legged midnight figure seems to follow her, but from the distance I am, I can't make out what it is.
My feet thump loudly against the over grown grass on the arena floor as I continue my chase. Where are my other allies? Sammy is faster on her feet than she appears, easily increasing the distance between her and I as she runs. We keep up the chase until I realize we've made it right through the forest area, and into a clearing. As I run, I have to take in my surroundings. A golden temple stands way off into the distance to my right, and behind me I know the giant lake still lies. But it is what's in front of me which catches me off guard. A giant coliseum, partially collapsed stands in front of me, white marble rising from the ground. Ruins of the once proud building litter the floor in front of me, as if the structure was literally torn apart piece by piece, but only moderately. An unstable roof sits on part of the piece of architecture, while some parts remain open, light flooding in and filling the large one room building. Sammy takes off into the maze of marble, and I can tell she's hoping to lose me inside.
She's gotten a good head start, so by the time I run in following her, I can no longer find the green eyed girl.
"Sammy?" I call out mockingly. "Come out come out where ever you are!" I can hear footsteps to my right, so I follow the open corridor of marble, raising my mace ready to attack. I pin my back to the edge of the wall, before turning to the other side of the corridor and swinging my weapon in front of me.
My ally Pearl barely misses a blow to the head as she dodges the attack.
"Jesus Mace, you almost gave me a heart attack." She clutches her heart before returning to her usual composed nature. "Did you identify the tribute?"
"Yeah, It's Sammy from District 7." An evil smile immediately fills Pearl's face.
"Perfect. I've been waiting for this rematch for a long time."
District 2
Pearl Chrysler's POV
I share a sly smile with my ally before taking off down the corridor in search of the District 7 girl. This time, I'm not going to let up on her. I let her get away once, but this time I'll have her begging for her life. I can hear footsteps echoing in all directions around the ruins, but I know only one set of them will lead me towards my kill. Expertly, I close my eyes and block out all other noises, hoping to identify the pair that belong to Sammy. My hearing picks up one set that sounds lighter, quicker… as if the owner were trying to move undetected. Perfect.
Securing my whip in one hand, I dig around in my pack for a certain item. Carefully pulling out the jar, I skew open the lid and delicately dip the tail end of my weapon into the poison contained in the small glass vile.
"Pomona, why are you dragging me all the way out here?" I complain loudly, not caring if anyone hears me in the arena. We're two expertly trained fighters, what's a tribute going to do to us?
"Just shut up and follow me." The District 11 girl proceeds in dragging me by the hand away from the career camp while Mace continues to finish packing up the last of our supplies. She glances over her shoulder once more, ensuring that we are far enough from our camp that Mace won't see us, before returning her eyes to me. A small smile curves onto her face as she digs around in her cloak pocket before pulling her hand out and pressing the contents into mine.
"I found this yesterday at the bottom of the supply pile. It's poison. Trust me, I recognize this stuff. Back home, the peacekeepers would dip it onto their weapons when doing public whippings to give maximum pain to the victim. It's not going to kill you, but trust me, it hurts like hell. I trust you far more than I trust Mace, and I don't want this falling into his hands." I open my palm to reveal a small glass vile of dark purple liquid. It looks deadly just looking at it. My mind races with all the possible ways I could torture my victims, uh, tributes with it. So many ways…
I Smile at the memory. Pomona is someone I can trust. An alliance inside an alliance you could call it. Neither of us have faith in Mace's leading ability, so at least with two of us on the same side; we can get our point across. I just hope the poison does as much damage to the District 7 girl as Pomona described. My whip sizzles as the poison comes in contact with the hard leather, small puffs of smoke emitting from the edges. Closing my eyes once more, I once again identify Sammy's light footsteps and take off down the ruins, my whip trailing behind me.
I come to an abrupt stop as the corridor ends and splits into two passage ways. One to my left, the other to my right. Darkness fills the area, making it hard to see. I don't want to risk lighting a match as I know it could potentially give away my location. I am about to choose the right path when I hear noise to my left. Quickly I sprint down the corridor, not caring about the echoing noise my footsteps have on the marble and follow the soft sound. I have her now. Abruptly, the roof above me disappears and I emerge out into an open area of the ruins, finding grass beneath me. I don't let the change in scenery stop me and I continue to run.
She's finally within my sights. She's on the ground, crawling under what looks to be a toppled over supporting column from the once proud building, trying to get to the other side where I know she'll be able to escape me. She's small, and can easily fit through the small hole, so I have to move fast. I tear through the field and grab her leg just before she is able to disappear under the piece of marble. She lets out a cry as I begin to pull her out by her leg, and quickly I have her on the ground in front of me.
"Good to see you again." I smile. She reaches for her knife which I know she's concealed in her belt but with one flick of my whip I secure her arm and kick away the knife with my foot. She screams out in pain as the poison on my whip digs into her skin, and when I retract my weapon, I can see clearly where the poison has sunken in.
Sammy suddenly reaches out and yanks one of my feet off the ground, causing me to topple and fall. I stumble onto the grass to see her again trying to crawl back under the opening between the column and the ground but I twist my whip again and wrap it around one of her legs. She backtracks and tries to tackle me to the ground, forcing me to sprawl out across the dirt. I snarl out and grab at her hair and we go tumbling across the grass, kicking and scratching at each other. I emerge out on top and grab her by her neck, my whip discarded in the tumble and throw her head as hard as I can onto the marble column in front of me. Sammy's body immediately goes limp in my hands and she slumps to the ground unconscious, a small blood line quickly emerging from her wound.
I stumble backwards away from her body, before picking myself up off the ground. She's not dead, but she's sustained a lot of wounds, not to mention that poison will definitely cause some pain when she wakes up. All I have to do is deliver one blow with my whip, and my revenge will be complete. I raise my weapon above my head, and I am about to bring in down on her helpless body when I feel a hand grip mine from behind, stopping me from delivering the final blow.
"Pearl wait." I can tell it's Mace's by his voice. A low growl emerges from the back of my throat as I feel his grip tighten on my hand.
"This is my kill Mace, I've been waiting for this for years." I snarl at him, ally or not, if he gets in the way of my revenge, he's going to be the next one I kill.
"I'm not saying we shouldn't kill her, but remember who her ally is. Tucker, the man at the very beginning of training we identified as a major threat. He'll come looking for her, and when he does, we'll have them both. We can use her as bait to get to Tucker." Mace argues calmly. I turn to Pomona for support, but she just nods her head.
"I'm with Mace. This way, we kill two birds with one stone." A cunning smile covers her face and slowly I lower my weapon. I take one her look at the unconscious girl lying on the grass. She looks so innocent and so small, but that's not going to stop me from extracting every form of revenge I can possibly think of on her, and that includes killing her ally right in front of her eyes.
"Fine."
District 12
Hayata Dise's POV
"So what's the plan?"
"I don't think we should go, it could be a trap and plus, we don't even have a full map." Calvin argues defensively.
"But we don't know that," Kall reasons, "This map might have just given us the biggest advantage possible." He continues.
"I agree with Kall on this one," Seery joins our conversation as she packs up her back pack. "I think we should go, Monalisa what do you think?" Monalisa nods her head and goes to stand next to Seery and Kall, showing she is siding with them. Calvin stands his ground opposite them, not budging one bit. That leaves me, standing in the middle of the two groups.
"I don't want to lose anyone else," Calvin says sternly, crossing his arms in front of his body, "It's my fault we lost Alex, and I don't want to risk anyone else's life in some Game Maker's trap." Kall turns to me, noticing I am the only one who is still undecided.
"Hayata, what do you think?"
I honestly don't know. On one hand, I agree with Calvin. We should risk anyone else's life wandering into a temple with only one half of a map. But on the other hand, I think Seery has a point. Calvin obviously has been given a huge advantage over other tributes by being given this sponsor gift, and we should use it.
"I think.." I start, "We should go. Kall lets out a whoop in response and drags me by my arm over to his side of the debate. I pull my arm quickly away so I can finish my thoughts.
"But, I think we should find the other half of the map first, otherwise we could be in trouble when we actually get into the temple.
"Ok, I'm with Hayata." Seery decides. "Calvin, what do you think?" The District 4 man lets out a sigh and walks over to join us.
"I'm in."
Monalisa quickly grabs our attention as she scribbles something onto her note pad.
But how are we going to find the other part of the map? For all we know it could not be in the arena at all!
"No," I say thinking, "The game makers would put two parts of the map in the arena, and give them to two different tributes, who aren't in the same alliance. That way, we either have to work together, or kill each other to get through the temple."
"I vote for working together." Kall raises his hand and smirks.
"Ok, so let's make our way to the temple, hopefully whoever has the other half of the map has the same idea and we'll run into them."
We start moving with new found energy towards the golden structure shrouded with mystery at the corner of the arena. Calvin and Seery naturally lead, while Kall and Monalisa follow behind. I hang to the back of the group, not feeling like engaging in conversation with anyone. I miss Alex so much. More than I can cope with. I try and follow Seery's advice she gave me yesterday. Just keep moving forward. A thought has been bugging me though ever since my best friend died. Surely, if I were to win, I knew Alex would have to die. I guess I never really allowed my brain to think about that. But the fact eats away at me constantly. What would have happened if we both ended up in the top two. Would I have killed him? I don't want to think about what my answer would be.
I guess we got it lucky when the map came to us, since we were already moving in the general direction of the temple, as it only takes us a few hours to reach it. We're only about 10 minutes from the entrance when Seery suddenly shoves us all to the ground.
"Shh, don't make any noise." She warns, drawing out her dagger and passing her shared trident to Calvin.
"What's going on?" I ask confused, and slightly scared.
"I saw two tributes near us." From my spot on the ground I pull myself into a kneeling position and glance over the bushes that are currently hiding our location from the two tributes. I can't tell who they are since the trees around us are casting shadows on their faces, but I am immediately weary. Neither seem to have any supplies. This means they are defenseless.
Abruptly, one of the dark figures turns in our direction, then suddenly breaks into a sprint in the opposite direction of us. It grabs the hand of the other tribute as it runs, forcing the small figure to run faster away from us. They saw us!
"Don't let them get away!" Calvin yells as he leaps through the bushes and follows the tributes through the forest area. We all immediately follow him as we gain on the tributes. One tribute seems to be slowing down the other, and we quickly surround them, forming a tight circle around them, stopping them from escaping.
I can immediately tell who the tributes are. The pair from 3, Bassolo and Eve.
"What do you want?" Eve snaps at us, trying to protect Bassolo at the same time.
"Why are you in this area?" Kall asks suspiciously. I quickly notice something in the small boy's hand, even as he is trying to discreetly hide it from our view, and I call him out on it.
"What's that in your hand." I call, drawing out my bow and arrow in the process. The boy flinches at the weapon as it comes into sight but makes no move to show us his possession.
"It's nothing." His district partner barks. It's definitely not nothing.
I quickly soften my tone as I realize that what Bassolo has in his hand is the thing we were looking for. If I want him to even think about showing it to me, I'll need to be more gentle.
"Show me." I approach him, dropping my bow to my side to show him I won't hurt him. He shakes his head quickly and hides behind Eve. Why won't he talk at all?
"Hayata what are you doing?" Calvin warns. I turn my head to him and give him a look to show I know what I'm doing.
"I think we can help you." I explain. I turn to Calvin again, "Pass me your sponsor gift." He gives me a questioning look before tossing the rolled up map to me.
"I'll show you what this is, if you show me what that is." I say, pointing to the map in my hand, then to the boy's small hand, where I know he's trying to hid his possession.
Reluctantly, Bassolo releases the paper, rolling it out and holding it up to me. I unroll our half of the map, and hold it up to Bassolo's paper, letting out a sigh as the two join together perfectly.
"They're a match." Eve breaths beside me, examining the paper while still trying to stay a safe distance away from me. She turns back to me with a cold expression.
"What does this mean?" She asks sternly.
"It means we're allies. At least for now." Seery says taking a step towards us.
"We should work together, because I don't think anyone here wants to fight to the death over this." Calvin explains. Eve slowly nods her head, withdrawing her side of the map.
"Fine, allies. For now."
Mace's Brother
Hammer Stranol's POV
I scowl at the television as I watch my brother continue to succeed in the games. When will he give up and just die!
"I'm so proud of our little Mace." I her mother sigh happily to the screen as the camera's flash to Mace's alliance. I scoff loudly making sure my mother can hear me.
"He's not doing that great. Look, that Pearl girl is stepping all over him." I growl pointing to the television. "If that were me-"
"Hammer don't start with me. Your brother is doing great." Mother scowls. Anger rises up within me, threating to boil over.
"But it was my year! You knew I was going to volunteer, and yet you support Mace's decision. What kind of a mother are you!" I rise up from the plush leather seat and exit the room, leaving my mother behind.
What was Mace thinking? I'm the perfect child! I'm the one who got the best marks in school, who made all the sports teams. The one who got all the girls, and the one with the perfect blonde hair and blue eyes. Mace was always a failure. Failure as school, no girls ever talked to him. Dirty blonde hair and messy brown eyes, not to mention those horrible scars that covered his face from training. And now, just because he's suddenly in the Hunger Games, he's like this prodigy child. That should be me on that screen, not him! I was the one who trained for the games, not him. It should be me leading the career pack, not his sorry butt.
I need air. I walk through our huge house to our garden out back. The air is clean and fresh, and helps me cleanse my thoughts.
"Hammer?" My feelings are cut short as my little sister Flandre appears from around the corner. "What's wrong big brother?" I scowl at her, but she doesn't budge. She has Mace's personality. She never back's down, not even when she knows she can't win.
"Nothing."
"Did you see big brother Mace on TV? He's doing so well!" Flandre giggles excitedly. I feel like hitting her at that moment. "I was surprised you didn't volunteer this year Hammer, I thought you were going to!" My scowl deepens at her words.
"Yeah well, Mace seemed to have other plans."
District 9
Kall Roswell's POV
I try and suppress the scowl that threatens to cover my face as we continue to make our way towards the temple. This is such a bad idea. There is no way forming an alliance with Bassolo and Eve is a smart move. It's not that I don't trust them, it's the fact that our group is now much bigger. But I guess we do have a choice, if we ever want to make it through the temple, since Bassolo has the remaining piece of the map.
"So…" Eve drawls awkwardly beside me. Seery and Calvin are of course leading the group up the front, and Monalisa, Bassolo and Hayata have broken away and have started up their own conversation, although I'm not sure how it's really working, considering two of them are mutes. That leaves Eve and I to make small talk, and it's obviously not going so well.
"So…" I mimic her tone, and a small smile spreads across her face. "How's your time in the arena been?"
"Well, between Bassolo almost drowning in a game maker's trap, and getting caught in a rope trap, pretty well."
I'm saved from having to try and make any more conversation as our rather large group suddenly comes to an abrupt stop. I look up and gasp. We're finally here. A giant wall springs up in front of us to form one of the edges of the giant temple. Damn, it's a lot bigger than I originally thought.
"We're here." Calvin mutters under his breath. Seery simply nods her head, but a frown quickly covers her face.
"So.. how exactly do we get in?" Hayata walk towards the wall and runs a small hand along the gold exterior.
"Over here, I think there's writing engraved into the wall." We all crowd around her and I find myself squinting at what looks to be small indentations in the wall. I stare at Hayata for answers.
"What does it say?" She squints at the wall for a bit, mouthing out the words before leaning back and answering.
"I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, to live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?" Hayata's face contorts into a look of confusion as she reads out the passage.
"It's a riddle." Eve explains slowly beside me. "Maybe we have to answer it to gain access to the temple. Look over there!" She points towards a small dial underneath the inscription. Eight small squares sit on the dial. Eve turns one, and reveals a letter on each side of the squares. "I think we have to spell out the answer on this."
"Ok, so what's something that no one will ever see, but will always be?" I ask confused. I'm getting a headache just thinking about it. Suddenly, the boy from 3 waves his hand and approaches the dial. With his back turned, he proceeds in turning the small squares to spell out a word. Once finished, he steps back to reveal his answer.
Tomorrow
The wall around us suddenly begins to shake, and a small square of wall begins to sink into the earth below, creating an entrance way for us to enter the temple.
"Bassolo you're a little genius!" Eve tackles him in a flying hug and the boy just smiles proudly.
"Good work." Calvin smiles for the first time all day, and it gives everyone hope. "Shall we?"
Rochelle's Mother
Odelle Hunter's POV
I sit and watch my little girl fall apart. The man from District 1, Hale, comforts her, but her tears continue to fall. It breaks my heart, but there's nothing I can do. Slowly, I pull myself up off the couch and switch of the small television. My husband and son are sitting in the room, but no one says a word. We remain silent, each replaying a part of the ongoing games in our minds. For me, it's when my sweet little daughter murdered the man from District 7 in the bloodbath. It keeps replaying in my mind, and I can't seem to stop it.
I don't think I can ever look at Rochelle again after this. Not after she's killed two people.
"It will be ok." My husband and Rochelle's father places a comforting hand on my shoulder, before drawing me into a hug. I allow tears to fall from my face, but it's not from the loss of Rochelle, it's from the knowledge that my own daughter, the one who I bought up and loved, has killed actual human beings. I don't think I can live with that knowledge.
"No," I shake my head into Petrady's shoulder, "It's not going to be ok." I lean back to meet his dark brown eyes as he rubs comforting circles on my back. "Our daughter's a monster."
"Don't say that." Petrady scalds. "She's just trying to stay alive." He looks at me with calming eyes, but they do nothing to dwell the feelings of loss inside me.
"No Petrady. She's not the same girl. She's killed people, how can you go on knowing that our child is a murderer?" Tears well up in my eyes as I say the words.
"It will be ok." He repeats the same sentence and this time it offers more comfort.
For the first time I notice Tom-Tom, Rochelle's little brother, still just sitting there, looking at the blank screen. I pull away from my husband's body and go sit next to my 10 year old son.
"Mommy, what happened to Relle? She seems different." My heart breaks at his words. The Hunger Games are compulsory watching for everyone in Panem, even 10 year olds. Tom-tom has had to sit and watch as his sister killed two people. I wouldn't be surprised if he's been scarred for life. I can see Rochelle so much in him, they both have the same chocolate brown eyes.
"It's ok, she'll be ok." My words could not be so wrong.
D1: Jessica Rose- killed on Day 3 by Calvin and Seer
D2: Mace Stranol- in Greek ruins, knife wound in thigh
D2: Pearl Chrysler- in Greek ruins, cuts and bruises on body
D5: Dylan DiMarco- killed in bloodbath by Jess
D11: Pomona Carver- in Greek ruins, cuts and bruises on body
D7: Sammy Tennant- unconscious with careers, Greek book in possession, cuts on cheek and poison wounds.
D10: Tucker Levington- with baby hellhound near lake, bruises all over body
D3 : Eve Cane- exploring Greek temple, small burns and rope wounds
D3 : Bassolo Thomas- exploring Greek temple, piece of map in possession, voice lost and rope wounds
D4: Calvin Wilson- exploring Greek temple, piece of map in possession, knife wounds on arms
D4: Seery Janeston- exploring Greek temple, knife wounds across body, injured arm
D7: Bramble Malcome – killed in bloodbath by Rochelle
D9: Kall Roswell- exploring Greek temple, fight wounds
D9: Monalisa Ryna- exploring Greek temple, broken leg, gash on arm
D12: Alex Jackson- killed on Day 3 by Jess
D12: Hayata Dise- exploring Greek temple, cuts on arm
D1: Hale Gray – hiding from careers, traumatized by Chiffons death
D8: Lucy Gray-hiding from careers, grazes on knees
D10: Rochelle Hunter- with Hale and Lucy, head wound and cuts.
D8: Chiffon Burrel- killed in bloodbath by Hale
D11 : Hachet Gennard- killed in bloodbath by Pearl
D6 : Aurora Nevet- killed on Day 2 by Sybil
D6 : Zero Godwin- killed in bloodbath by Jess
D5 : Sybil Holloway- killed on Day 2 by Rochelle