Yes, there is more to the bloodbath! Welcome to the second part. I hope you enjoy all of this delightfully senseless violence. I sure am.

I am having so much fun!

Ahiru Tout, District Nine

The gong rings and I run for the Cornucopia. I need food. Hunting isn't something I'm good at, and I'm going to need the energy as the Games go on. And maybe some gauze if I get cut or something. I saw some gauze not far away-where is it? I grab a box of granola bars to the left of me and then search for gauze. I bend down to pick it up. Someone else's hand does the same.

It's Katya.

She punches me in the face, again and again and again. I scream. My eyesight isn't functioning right. I see stars. What do I do?

I struggle to get up. What was I looking for again? What was I doing? I'm so confused. My face throbs. I only begin to understand what's happening when I get smacked in the head with a sharp rock.

I feel an incredible burst of pain for one last time and then my senses dull; the world around me goes black.

Chelsea Sey, District Eleven

When the gong rings, I don't head for the Cornucopia at all. It's far too dangerous over there. Instead, I go to into the town and then find a loose brick lying near the side of a building. I take the brick. It could make a fine weapon.

So. This is the Hunger Games, huh? The Hunger Games are much less scary than I thought.

Hiding inside this building might be a good idea. There's so much fighting in the bloodbath, I'm sure nobody will notice that I've slipped away to hide.

Just in case, I go 'round back and bust open a boarded up window, so nobody can see me get into the house. Inside, I examine my surroundings. The interior is made of wood, with a carpet made of an animal skin. A bear skin, I think. A sagging couch sits in a corner; some stuffing is missing from it. A small table is in front of the couch, just close enough for you to sit down and kick your feet onto.

I check out the kitchen. Pots and pans are present, but not a bite of food is in sight. I'll figure out what to do about that later.

Much later. For now, I'm going to just stay in here and hide.

And I will be safe.

Poppy Aubrey Alexander, District Five

I've got a weapon from the Cornucopia. A knife. This will serve as a helpful tool to me as I'm not great at fist fighting. I run about twenty feet before I'm stopped by a Career.

"Hi Poppy," she says with a smirk.

"Aubrey," I say through gritted teeth, "I go by Aubrey,"

She rolls her eyes. "Freak." She says. "It's going to be fun to get you out of the way,"

I strike first. She dodges. I strike again. She dodges again, and then cuts my arm. I move back before she can cut any deeper.

"Gerome! Over here!" she calls. Gerome runs over to her. She gives him a glare and he nods in return.

What. What's going on? I start to run, but Gerome catches up to me. He plucks my knife from my hand and throws it to the ground. He grabs me from behind and begins to choke me. Addison laughs like a madman.

I try to scream but I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe…

It almost comes as a relief when Gerome snaps my neck.

Sealand Peters, District Eight

Mei and I hold hands as we run together. We don't know where we're going; we just need to get away from this bloodbath. I am so scared. Our mentor didn't give us any advice on winning. Did she not want us to win? Why's that?

I'm more than scared right now. Mei is too. We stay silent while running. We run.

I guide the way. We arrive to a Town Square. An abandoned department store stands in front of us.

"We can hide in here!" I say.

"Okay," Mei says.

"There's a problem with that," says a voice. I turn around. It's Kiku from Two. "We are going to set up camp here."

Oh no!

"We have to get out of here!" Mei shouts. I agree. This is bad, bad, bad.

Kiku raises his sword. We scream.

It has been made official: we are going to die.

Mei Tai, District Eight

I am still holding Sealand's hand. I grip it tightly now. This is the scariest thing to ever happen in my life.

It's no use running now that Kiku has us cornered.

"You're so little," Kiku says. "I'll make it quick,"

Sealand and I scream even louder. We are frozen in fear. I don't know what to do. I really want to live. I want Sealand to live. Why do the Games have to exist? Why?

We are going to die, and we are holding hands.

Kiku comes closer to us, and we are still holding hands.

Kiku's sword cuts into Sealand's neck and we are still holding hands. I am his ally. I promised I'd be his ally till death.

When Sealand's cannon fires, I still hold his hand. I am his ally.

Sealand's body is taken away in a hovercraft. I finally let go of his hand. I am alone now.

Except for Kiku. He is going to kill me. I can't die now. Sealand is dead. I need to win for him.

I stomp on Kiku's foot and then kick him in the shin. He is focused on the pain in his leg for only a second, but that second is enough for me to make my escape.

I've gotta get outta here!

I run as fast as my legs can carry me.

I run nearly half a mile when I make the fatal mistake to stop for breath. I can't run as fast now that I'm aware of how little breath I have.

Kiku has caught up to me now. I pant, trying to take in as much breath as I can. I am so out of breath. There's no use putting up a fight with Kiku, we both know he's going to kill me.

"I'll make it quick," he says again.

I nod sadly and close my eyes. I keep them closed when his sword collides with my neck.