Wren's POV:

I stop running for a second to catch my breath. Was that the right choice, of killing Flo? Or did I just make the biggest mistake of my life? I hope not.

I start to pant, and I turn around, but all I see is desert. In the distance, I hear a connon fire, and I sigh. I would have prefered to kill Roslynn.

The sun slowly starts to rise as I keep walking, hopefully towards forest.

I shiver under my thin t-shirt. At night, It was really cold out. I just want to go back to forest area, where there's more food, and the temperatures are less extreme.

Once I know that Roslynn is far behind me, I slow down my pace, and start to look at my surroundings. The desert is mostly just sand, with a few random cacti here and there. Frogs, a few bugs, and owls make sounds in the cold night. The sky is a deep purple, signaling that morning was soon.

I try to recal some helpful imformation about what the people at training said about predators. There's coyotes, spiders, and worst of all; hydra snakes, a type of mutation from the capitol. They explained that Hydras were a mythological creature from ancient Greek culture. Hydras were scally creatures that were very big, and when a neck was cut off, two more necks grew from the stump. The snakes weren't actually hydra's; but there heads did the same thing that hydras did. Plus, if you got bit, you'd die about twelve hours later, and there's noting you can do but count down to your death.

I kept close watch of where I was stepping, because believe me, I couldn't afford to get bit.

Roslynn's POV:

The next few days were the loneliness in my whole life. Sometimes, I would randomly start crying when I would think of Flo.

The biggest challenge of all was that I was homesick. I missed them so much, It hurt everytime I thought of them. My mom, Joel, Laynie, Joel's mom, and even Joel's sometimes annoying sisters, Andromena and Alana.

Besides the loneliness, It was very hot here, so I packed my stuff, and headed for the forest. Hopefully I was going the right way.

As I was walking, I thought about Wren. I hope she's sorry, or guilty for killing Flo. I still haven't gotten over the fact that Flo saved herself for me. She deserves to win the Hunger Games more than I do. I should've died. Not her. But I guess there's nothing I can do about it now, except try to forget about it, move on, and to try my best to stay alive.

I wipe off some sweat that collected on my eyebrow. Just then, I see some green in the distance. The forest. I pick up my pace, and long for the cooler temperature. I sigh as the temperature rapidly drops back to the low 70's. Much better.

I inhale the scent of picencomes, and the smell of burnt wood. Then, I notice that the forest is in ruins. Some trees are missing their tops and branches, while others were knocked over entirely. Big chunks and pieces layed scattered all over the ground. Some trees did survive the explosion, with maybe some scratches or chunks missing. Oh yeah. I forgot about the explosion.

Now what? Where was I supposed to find food or shelter? The animals for food sources were probably dead, or they evacuated the area.

Usually when I'm anxious or bored I fiddle with something, so I picked up a stray pinecone. Then, I rip it open, and grey powder poures out of it. I examine it, then everything starts to make sence. Gun powder. Clever.

I smile. Looks like I've found a new weapon.