Hey guys! Thought a little update would be nice.

So here is the next chapter. Enjoy.

Heather's (POV)

I start to slow down, and choke and cough violently. I used one of my hands to rest against a tree.

I really didn't feel too good right now. I must be coming down with a cold or something.

Almost there. I think to myself. Just a little more.

I almost lose my balance, but I use my other hand to press up against a tree.

After a minute of getting on my feet again, I limp slowly and try to steady to the hollow tree,

Finally, I reach the shelter, and quickly come in, frightening Zim. He threw a small pebble at me.

"OW! Zim, what was that for!?"

"Oh…"He quickly calmed down once he saw it was me.

"Well, then, Heather human , that took a long while, what we're you doing?"

"I really don't want to talk about it, Zim."

"Why? Zim demands you to tell me!"

"I can't, please. I just can't." I wrap my arms around my knees, and rock back and forth on the hard, cold ground beneath me.

Zim sighed in annoyance. "I'm sure whatever you did… isn't bad. Why won't you just tell Zim?"

I didn't answer. Silence filled the hollowed tree. I felt a tear roll down my face. I tried to hide it, and looked down.

"Tell me, what happened."

"No."

"TELL ZIM!"

"I can't, Zim!" I yelled, my voice starting to crack.

"Ar- are you crying?" He asked.

"No."

"You're lying." He argued.

"Zim, I'm no-"

"YOU'RE LYING!"

I sighed. "Alright, Zim, you're right. I'm crying. Happy now?" You could easily hear the anger starting to gather in my voice.

"You still won't tell Zim what happened."

I was starting to starve, and built a fire, gathering some excess wood.

"I'm hungry. We'll talk later." I said, trying to ignite some light and warmth in the hollowed shelter.

"No. I want to know what happene- and wait. Where's that girl… what's her name? Oh yeah! Amy! What happened to her, huh? You're going to have to start talking soon, human!"

The fire ignited, to my delight. I grabbed a dead squirrel, and started to roast it, my mouth already watering. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Not to mention me being tired from what happened also triggered my hunger.

"She kind of left, Zim." I somewhat lied to him. He didn't buy it. Of course. Surely he was smarter than that.

"How? It's not like that pathetic human would have immediately decided to go on her own. Stop lying, Heather! You WILL answer my question! Now tell Zim!"

"She's not pathetic, Zim! And why do you always call me a human after you say my name? What, I mean, aren't you a human too?"

Zim's face went blank, but then angered up again. "DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"

I covered my face in distress. I couldn't do this anymore. "Zim… just… stop…"

"No! Not until you tell me what happened Heather hu- I mean Heather!"

"I …" I mumbled out the rest, being sure to let Zim hear what I said.

"I can't hear you. Speak louder!"

"I said I k…." I mumbled again.

"TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!" He yelled loudly, making me cringe.

It was too much for me. I couldn't take it.

"I KILLED SOMEONE! THERE I SAID IT! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I stared blankly at Zim.

"I- I'm so sorry, Zim. I-I didn't mean that."

"It's fine Heather. Whatever." He didn't seem hurt, just even more annoyed.

"Amy was killed. That's why I killed the person who did it." I finally said without hesitation.

"Hmm." That was all he said.

My squirrel finished cooking, and I ate it bitterly.

Zim and I never said anything again for a while. In fact, as the night progressed more and more, we never said anything.

I slept uneasily that night. In fact, I didn't really sleep at all. I just stared at the burnt ashes of the fire and the remains made a warm glow inside the burnt wood. It helped heat the shelter up, although it was still dark. The moon lit up the entrance a bit, but it was still worthless Only the chirping of crickets could be heard.

Just thinking about the killing hurt me. I tried thinking of home, being back with my parents, and seeing Dib again. His sister probably wouldn't really care seeing me again, since all she cared about was her Game Slave.

… But still. Thinking about home made me smile. I never thought I would be a part of the Hunger Games, and I wish that I never would be.

But that wasn't the case, now was it?

I sat up on my think blanket, as I looked over to Zim. I was lying on the other side.

I noticed a circular shaped back pack; or at least that's what I thought it was; on his back. Curious, my finger started to reach over to touch it. I felt… cold. Metallic, like it wasn't made of leather like backpacks usually are.

I pulled my finger back and Zim immediately sat up straight.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I was wondering what that thing was on your back."

"Huh? Oh, well, yes, that thing. When Zim was born, he was very unhealthy."

"From what disease?" I asked, curiously.

"A disease. I don't remember." He stated. I just nodded.

"Anyways, the doctors used this device to keep me alive."

"What happens if you take it off?" I ask.

"I die." Zim states. "SO DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING! Surely you might make it detach, or something horrible."

"Well, sorry. Didn't mean any harm." I put my hands up in defense

"Whatever, human. I'm tired." He lied down again to rest.

"Goodnight, Zim."

I also lied down, finally getting some rest. I closed my eyes… and smiled, while thinking of back home.

Home… I thought to myself. I miss it so much.

I updated again today while in my local library (It's so cool here! All the lights change in the teen lab) :D

Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. I'm working on the next chapter now. Thank you for all the nice reviews, guys. ;)

See you all later.