A/N: It's the first day in the arena! I'm terribly sorry if your tribute had to go into the bloodbath, but not all of the tributes can be winners. The first part is third person and the rest is in first person. I hope you enjoy it! Next chapter will be Day 2.

Also, there is a poll on my profile. Vote for the tribute you are supporting in the 57th Hunger Games! As tributes die, the tributes will be removed and only the living tributes will be in the poll. I will reset the poll every chapter there is deaths. So you can go vote again even if you've already had, now that the bloodbath tributes are gone.

Disclamer: I do not own the Hunger Games, or the characters in this story.

(Please tell me if I need to change something I am doing wrong for your character!)

(3rd Person)

In the middle of the arena was the Cornucopia Island. This was where the tributes stood on their pods. To the north was North Island, to the east was East Island, to the south was South Island, and to the west was West Island. Water swished around the islands. There were thin platforms leading from the Cornucopia Island to each of the four islands around it. You had to swim or walk on the platforms to get to another island.

The programmed voice welcomed the tributes to the 57th Hunger Games. Finally, the cannon boomed.

The tributes left their pods and ran in around crazily. Some dashed onto the thin platforms and ran for an island. Some headed for the Cornucopia. Some just stood there all confused. The Careers grabbed weapons and a few lucky non-Careers grabbed some items too. Then the blood and all the cannon shots started.

Emton Jilius was the first death, for he didn't even try. Saffron Haver and Tancered Ride killed him off quickly.

Eira Talbot was a quick bird. She dashed into the Cornucopia wanting a bow and some arrows, but Adema Catasro grabbed a knife and slashed, so that was that for Eira.

Harley Kinect looked around for Connor, but while searching, Tasturn Nype hit her with a spear. She fell into the water and drowned, her last thoughts hoping Connor was safe.

Adema and Blake Kaitz saw Harley, a fellow Career who had just died, so they rushed over to kill Tasturn in revenge. His eyes stared up at them with a dead look as he was killed.

Leellia Sapnol tried desperately to run to safety. She attempted running onto a platform, slippery with blood, but slipped and Saffron took a swift kill.

Zea Dillum attempted to run like Leellia, but Tancered was quick to kill. Zea fell down into a puddle of blood. Clement Polvay, her ally, silently mourned her as he ran to another island.

Wesley Eldridge tried to run away with Thyme and Raina, but Adema and Tancered quickly got him. Thyme and Raina ran to safety of the island east.

The bloodbath was over.

District 4

Blake Kaitz

The rest of the Careers, who were still alive, moved away from the Cornucopia for a little. Only until all the bodies were taken by the hovercrafts. The scent of blood was sickening, and Skylar had to sit down from it.

Harley had been killed and Connor was nowhere to be seen. He ran off to the island west during the bloodbath.

After the hovercrafts left, I helped Skylar up and we went back to the Cornucopia in search of useful items. I found a brown backpack full of useful things and slung it over my shoulder. One item that was useful in the pack was the pair of sunglasses. I put them on and grinned at Skylar.

"How do I look?" I asked her teasingly.

She rolled her eyes.

We searched the clutter of items for water and found there was none. Either the others took them or there was none to begin with.

I went over to the water surrounding the Cornucopia Island and put my finger into it. I tasted a little bit of it.

"Salt water," I told them. "We'll have to find a water source."

The Careers, which included Skylar, Adema, Saffron, Tancered, and I, headed out in search of unlucky tributes and water. Adema clumsily tripped over pointless things while we walked. We went to the island west, in hope of maybe finding Connor there too. He either betrayed us, or was too frightened and ran away from all the blood. I believed he was just frightened, but Saffron disagreed.

After walking on the platform and arriving at the island, we found a busted up sign. It said, "Welcome to West Island."

Instantly, Adema found large coconuts on the ground and in the trees. She picked up a large one and cut it open with a knife.

"Coconut milk is good," she said. She took a swift drink and her face turned to puzzlement. "This isn't coconut milk." She took another drink. "It's water!"

We all crowded around her and looked inside it. It was water, sure enough. We picked up two coconuts for each of us and kept going.

Encouraged that we found water so quickly, we kept on going in search of more victims. We searched for a long time, then the sun started to seep low in the sky. We took the long journey back to the Cornucopia, and when we got there, it was dark. Adema tried to step onto the platform, but it wasn't there anymore. She screamed and tried to swim back up.

I jumped in and helped her back up. Being from District 4, I could swim pretty well. The water was actually only about seven feet deep.

I got back onto land, and Saffron turned to us.

"It probably only appears during daytime," he said. "We should camp here for the night." We all agreed and shared bananas from our backpacks together. We ate in silence as the cold night seeped in. The darker it got, the more it got colder. The first day was over.

Skylar huddled closer to me and shivered. I wrapped my arms around her, and I think her face turned pink in the darkness. I sighed satisfyingly.

The bloodbath was over too.

District 6

Sam Trainor

It was alright. Jay and I got out alright. I kept telling that to myself to stay sane.

"I can still smell it," Jay told me.

"Smell what?" I turned to her. We were walking around on West Island.

"The blood."

The blood still lingered on our clothes, our skin, and in our minds. Our arena outfits were ratty and ruined, and it was only the first day. Already, we were wishing the Games would be over.

There was a snap of twigs and a sound of tramping footsteps. Several voices were heard talking. Jay and I ducked behind a plant and peeked through it.

"I am so smart," said a high pitched girl. "Who would have thought of it?"

"We would have drunk it sometime, Adema," said an annoyed boy. The two from 4, the boy from 5, and the pair from 1 were walking past.

"The Career pack," Jay dared to whisper. I nodded and waited until they walked past.

"We should head back; there's no one on this island!" Adema said.

"A little further," the boy from 4 suggested.

Finally, the Career pack was out of sight. We sighed and got up from the ground behind the large plant. I brushed the sand off of my pants.

"What were they talking about?" asked Jay. "Something about a drink?"

"Water," I answered. They had found water somewhere.

"Let's keep going, Sam," she said. "Maybe we'll find what they found, but let's go opposite of where they're going." I agreed and we started to go the other way. Along the path we were taking, we made sure there were no traps or Gamemakers' toys. Anywhere could be a death toll.

After going in pointless directions for a long while, we decided to rest. The sun was sinking low over West Island. The birds and animal sounds slowly came to a rest as the sun said goodbye.

A sound interrupted my thoughts. It was a growling, an almost gurgling sound. With a start, I realized it was my stomach. We had no food or water, and the day's work taunted me. We needed to find a food and water source or we would starve.

Jay crawled over to several coconuts that had been lying under a tree. I watched as she opened the weak point of the coconut with a piece of palm tree bark. Her hands gripped and pulled it open. We gasped as we saw water inside.

"Isn't it supposed to be coconut milk?" I asked her.

"Apparently not in this arena," she replied, pulling off pieces of the coconut meat after finishing the water. We feasted on the meat and drank many other coconuts. I yearned to have a bag to keep them in for later, but I didn't get anything from the Cornucopia. Besides, the coconuts were everywhere you walked. I at least needed to get my hands on a knife.

The anthem rang out through the silence of the night. The cannon boomed seven times for seven deaths and showed the faces. Seventeen of us were left, and that was still a lot of tributes.

Jay scooted closer to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. I rested my head back against a tree and my eyes started to flutter. I had one more thought before falling asleep.

Hopefully we would still be alive when morning came around.

District 8

Raina Capperide

I gritted my teeth as a silent tear fell down my cheek. Half of it was from the effort of running, and half of it was from the death of Wesley in the bloodbath. At least Thyme was still with me, running beside me with quick breaths.

We stopped to rest once we were far in East Island. I hoped we had the good luck of everyone else being on another island.

I was partly the cause of Wesley's death. I had grabbed a backpack from the Cornucopia really quick, but Thyme and Wesley had stopped to wait for me. It had only been a moment, but that moment had caused his death. I still remembered him falling so quickly and quietly.

I brushed the thought away and opened the backpack. Inside, there were five granola bars, two pairs of gloves, a knife, and a small blanket. No water.

"There must be water around here somewhere," Thyme told me. I nodded and we shared a granola bar. Our stomachs still grumbled for more afterwards.

"Here, you take the knife," I said. I handed it to her. "Knives aren't my thing anyway." Poison and tricks were. I tried to smile a little.

"Okay." She didn't refuse.

We sat and caught our breath for a little while longer, before getting up and heading out. We walked in no certain direction, just to get away from people for awhile. Then, Thyme found a rounded sphere on the ground.

"Bingo," she said, holding up a coconut. There wasn't just one, but several. There must have been hundreds on them lying on the ground everywhere from that point on. We put four in my backpack to save for later. They probably had rich coconut milk in them.

We kept walking further through the jungle of palm trees and came across an edge of the island. Water slowly rolled up and back on the land. We washed our faces and got the gritty stuff off of our arena clothes.

I had just sighed with satisfaction, when Thyme screamed.

Several fish-type things started to jump out of the water. They grabbed on to our clothes and bit really hard.

"Run!" I yelled, grabbing the backpack. The fish jumped onto land and started bouncing to us.

"They don't need water to survive?" shouted Thyme.

"I guess not!" I shouted back. We ran into the safety of the palm trees, and the biting fish started bouncing back to the sea. I looked at them a little closer. They looked mechanical with glowing red eyes and a boney body.

We ran until we were far into the trees before we rested. Then we examined our wounds. I had a small bite mark on my arm, but Thyme had it worse. Her right leg was caked with blood, gushing onto the sandy and dirty ground.

I stripped off part of my black pants and wrapped it around her bloody leg. She groaned in pain, but it helped stop most of the flow.

"Just relax," I said. "Take a break." She nodded.

I breathed in through my nose, and out through my mouth. The blood of the day entered my thoughts as the sun started to go down.

At least we were alive and okay.

A/N: Let's take a minute to say goodbye to our bloodbath tributes. Emton Jilius, Eira Talbot, Harley Kinect, Tasturn Nype, Leellia Sapnol, Zea Dillum, and Wesley Eldridge all died in this chapter.