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Encase you forgot what was happening:

After a few seconds of searching I see Haymitch he is heading my way.

We connect eyes; he looks behind him the runs harder. I look behind him and see Gloss releasing a spear from his grip.

He is aiming it straight for Haymitch.

Now for chapter 14...

14

Its takes me less than a millisecond to realise what's happening. I jump to Haymitch; he can't die, not yet. I push him out of the way.

Not fast enough. Not fast enough. That's all I can think as I feel the point of the spear slice my hip. I shriek, but quickly get up.

Haymitch tugs me, but I pull against his grip. I quickly find one of my knives and send it plummeting into gloss. It lodges into his chest. Perfect. Haymitch pulls me on completely unaware that I have hurt my hip. We run knowing that there will be another team of strong fighters on our tails. Gloss would have been one of them.

My hands are on my hip applying as much pressure as I can. I don't know how bad it is or if there is much blood. We run until the sand ends, from here it's a jungle that rises sharply. We walk into and I find I have never seen anything like it. The soil is black and spongy, the trees are all dark green, and there are vines and other vegetation covering the floor. The air is hot but filled with moisture. As we walk I can feel myself sweating and panting, that isn't my largest problem though; my hip is really hurting.

"Haymitch," I say.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"My hip," I reply.

"What about it?" he asks, not bothering to turn around.

"When gloss threw his sword at you it hit me," I say.

I look at my hip, the fabric is torn from the sword and there is a gash, nothing that could have done any serious damage. Haymitch turns around and looks at my hip.

"Don't worry about it it's not that bad, we only have a problem if it gets infected," he states.

"It helps if you put saltwater on it," says Mags.

"Then should we go down to the water?" I ask.

"That's where the others are though," says Haymitch.

"We should just keep moving, try figure this place out and if we see any other tributes kill them," says Finnick.

I was taken aback at how upfront he was about killing tributes. I don't really like to think that we are just like Careers. The other team are more like Careers, I mean Brutus volunteered.

We keep going, on the way I keep an eye out for any animals I could catch, nobody has thought much about food.

Every step I take there is some kind of foliage in my way, I constantly am pushing back thin branches from trees.

"We might be able to see the cornucopia from up here," I say looking at a very large rock. We have been climbing up the hill for almost half an hour; we should be able to see something.

It takes me seconds to get to the top of the giant rock. I look down and hate what I see, dead bodies everywhere all dressed in purple so I can't tell who is who. Some still fight. A minute later Finnick appears next to me.

"You make that rock look a lot easier to climb than it is," he says.

"So, I like climbing rocks," I say defensively.

"Whoa, I was just complementing you. I wonder if your sister has your attitude," says Finnick with a wink.

"Hey enough talking about Katniss," I say once again defensively. I think I am in a bad mood from seeing all those dead bodies, and Finnick is annoying me so really I can't help but take it out on him.

"Why would I want to do that? You have a very good looking sister you know," Finnick says obviously trying to annoy me.

I draw my knife from my belt ready to stab him. Finnick already had his trident in hand. I size up Finnick, he is obviously taller and stronger but maybe my knife might reach him before he could throw his trident.

"Hey you two stop it!" says Haymitch angrily.

"She pulled out her knife, I am just ready to defend myself," Finnick says.

Hesitantly I put the knife away; this isn't helping my innocent image. It's one thing if I kill someone in self-defence, but killing an ally? No one would like me after that; no one would believe I'm innocent. Finnick relaxes so he is still holding his trident but casually.

I remember back to his Hunger Games, how he caught the other tributes in nets then speared them with his trident. He was smart, I will admit that, but I don't know if I could kill someone my age when they beg and plead me not to. I probably wouldn't have the guts and would have walked away hoping someone else would.

We continue walking for a while, I don't want to look at Finnick because he just walks with a smirk on his face like it's all some funny joke, when I was prepared to kill him. I guess that's good though, it makes it look like it was a joke and I wouldn't kill him, the Capitol people will think that, hopefully.

As we walk I realise my need for water, my mouth is completely dry.

"Haymitch we need to find water soon," I say.

"I know there haven't been any obvious signs of water though. That is except for all the living plant and animal life," he replies.

We continue trudging along tiring ourselves out, it doesn't seem like were finding any water here so all this walking feels pointless.

Haymitch slashes through yet another vine, the force of him cutting through it pushes the remaining part of the stem to bounce forward, as it does it makes a large zap sound and falls to the ground burnt. Haymitch drops his knife and curses.

"No one touch the trees," says Finnick sternly.

"They were fine before though, maybe the tree touched something else," I say.

I pick up a stick, and throw it in front of Haymitch. It zaps and falls to the ground burnt. I walk across a bit and throw another, the same reaction.

"It's like some kind of wall," I say.

"Maybe it's the edge," Haymitch suggests.

"What do you mean 'the edge'?" I question.

"When I was in my Hunger Games, the edge was a cliff. Maybe this is the edge of ours. We have been walking for a while and the Cornucopia usually starts in the middle. It's probably like a physical dome around the entire arena," Haymitch says.

"Well now we know a little more about the arena at least," I say.

"Make sure you don't touch it," Mags says quietly. "It looks to be an electric current. If I'm right, if you touch it, it may shock your heart and kill you," Mag finishes louder.

"We should walk along it though," says Finnick.

"That way we have an idea of where in the arena we are." I nod in agreement, and we walk along it.

I kick the dirt a little as I walk, it landing not far in front of me. This continues until I hear the zap, see a puff of smoke and dirt that has been burnt to ashes in front of me.

I stop dead in my tracks and Finnick, Haymitch and Mags all bump into me so I push them backwards.

The electric wall, Is right in front of me. The wall seems to be curving, that would be due to it being a circle.

"We should probably stop," Finnick suggests. "It's hopeless we aren't finding any water, it looks like there's none."

"They can't do that!" I say. "We will all be dead in about two days."

"There must be a twist of some sort," Haymitch says.

"Last year when I was in the Games, they provided me with no water and no game. They wanted me to head back to the Cornucopia for a fight," I say.

"They wouldn't do that though, this morning was the bloodbath, that should have been enough," says Haymitch.

"Maybe we aren't looking well enough," says Finnick. Mags mumbles in agreement to Finnick's statement.

"Look for now we should just set up camp," Haymitch says.

By now all I can think about is the thirst in my throat. "We need water," I say sounding desperate.

My voice has cracked due to the lack of hydration, I try clearing my throat but it does nothing.

Finnick has collected some of the long grass and is weaving it with Mags. Haymitch is attempting to setup a shelter from our surroundings. What I said seems to have gotten the attention of Mags because she moves away from the grass and digs a hole.

"Grass," she says holding out her hand expectantly.

I grab some of the grass laying on the floor, which was plucked by Finnick moments ago. Mags weaves it and covers the inside of the hole with the stuff. She then stands and searches until she picks up a group of rocks and leaves. She places all of the rocks into the now full hole. She then places the leaves on the rocks before getting up and starting to make mats again.

All I can think is what was the point of that?

I walk back over to Finnick to question him.

Before I can actually ask him anything he says "The rocks will collect the moisture from the air and produce it as water from the condensation onto the leaves, the grass at the bottom stops it from escaping into the dirt."

I walk back over to the hole to find many droplets of water. Maybe I have a little longer in this arena than two days.

Mags may have just saved our lives.

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