I wake up to the sound of birds chirping. Wait, those aren't birds, those are bats. It's still dark out. I'm estimating by where the moon is, I'd say it's about 2 a.m. I haven't slept this much in a couple nights. I put my hand on Rue's pulse, which is starting to beat a little faster now. I grab some mix from my pack and put more on her head. It looks good, no infection or anything. And It's starting to close up. I un-wrap her arm and my heart drops. I guess we didn't pay enough attention to it. It looks like an infection is starting to settle in. I put the rest of the mix on and I know I need more. I climb up to the next branch and see Peeta is awake, fully alert. And I can't blame him. The branch is big enough for me to sit up there with him and still have enough room.
"Peeta," I say. "She is worse. We didn't spend enough time looking at her arm and now it's infected. It's my fault. It didn't look bad at first, but I should have paid attention to it. I need to those night glasses." He looks at me in disbelief.
"Prim." He said. "You aren't going down there right now. The careers usually do most of their hunting at night. They might get you. I'll go." There is no way I can stay up here in safety while he is down there.
"No, it's my fault she is infected. I need to go." I say. He says
"We will both go. Come on." Well, I'm going at least. We climb down the tree and go to the spot where we found Rue. There is still blood, but if the careers came by they would know she is alive. Her face wasn't in the sky, just the girl from 4 and the boy from 8. We gather as many leaves as we can and even make a second trip. When we go back for a third time, we hear a scream, a cannon, laughs, and footsteps. Close and coming our way. I have my bow with me and Peeta has a knife but we know we are outnumbered by the 3 careers in skill, and strength.
"Prim, get in the bush. Now" Peeta hisses at my. I dive in my bush and he hides himself in his own. Right across from me. The careers stop and stand right between us. I should pull out my bow, but I'm afraid Peeta will get mad.
"So who is left?" Asks Clove. Cato answers her.
"Well, we just got the boy from 10. So there is us four, Glimmer, the girl from 5, Thresh, apparently Rue, Peeta, and Prim." Four? Who else is with them?
"Well, we need to take out Thresh next. He is a big challenge. Once we are done with him, we will move on to 5. Then Rue, and we save Peeta and Prim for last. I hate those two with the whole brother/sister ting they have been pulling off. I want Prim and Peeta to stand, mouths covered and hands tied, right across from each other. I have an idea that give the audience a show." Says a blood thirsty Cato. Then someone else speaks up, and it is the 4th person with them.
"You know, we should get back to camp. If we can pick that wheat from the field, I can make us some actually decent bread." Says the boy. Who is that!?
"Well, we did finish all the Capitol bread from cornucopia, so let's go." Says Marvel. As they start to walk away, I know who the boy is. District 9, grain! Of course! Who else can make bread out of wheat and whatever else they have at the cornucopia! I'm thinking of pulling out my bow, but I remember how I felt after I killed the girl from 4, and let it drop. As I sit there waiting for the coast to be clear, a knife drives into the back of Marvel.