Time for yet another new poll! This one is a favorite couples poll, and it includes a few of the lovelies from the 42nd Hunger Games because they never got this sort of poll. You can vote up to 2. And sorry if a couple that you like isn't there, I only included the most legit ones. As for which handsome bachelor you would want to date…here are the results!

1st Saffron with 9 votes

2nd Kalin with 7 votes

3rd Zane, Seth, Luke, and Roam with 4 votes

4th Jarek, Bentley, Screw you I'm a straight guy with 2 votes

5th Dominic, Hapi, Emmett with 1 vote

6th Ivan with 0 votes

Saffron won? …What the heck is wrong with you people? Just kidding! I voted for him too /shot/ and Kalin. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! Honestly though, I wasn't expecting Saffron to win. Maybe it's because he's secretly loyal and chivalrous. Or maybe it's just because he's from a dating game. /shot again/

Okay, enough shooting. I expect you all want to know how the third major fight is going to go down. Let's get to it!

As soon as Jarek's panicked voice penetrated the night air, Amara took her eyes off Emmett. Taking advantage of this distraction, Emmett darted past her, headed straight for their pile of backpacks. He snatched one up and disappeared into the darkness before the rest of Amara's alliance were even fully aware of themselves.

"Hurry, hurry!" Jarek shrilled urgently as everyone struggled to pick up their weapons. Zane and Kelsea were nearly upon them.

"There are only two of them," Luke said quickly, "Kalin, Amara, Scarlet…take them out."

Kalin and Amara each strung an arrow, but they only had time for one shot—they could not afford to miss. Scarlet, terrified, looked to Seth. His gray eyes shone at her in the dark. "Let's go." He murmured.

Together, the two of them dove for their backpacks. Luke gave an angry shout, but he could do nothing to stop them as Kelsea and Zane bore down upon their camp. Kalin and Amara had missed.

Seth and Scarlet snatched up their escape packs and began to run, headed for the ice side. They were barely five steps away from the Cornucopia when the second wave of Careers came crashing into them.

"Seth!" Scarlet shrieked as Adrenaline plowed into him. He tried to hold up his scythe in defense, but she pinned him to the ground. Scarlet lifted her javelin, preparing to plunge it into Adrenaline's back, but the Career sprang up, hissing like a cat. Ravish moved in to stab Scarlet, but Seth forced himself to his feet with a loud shout. With a mighty swing, he knocked the rapier right out of her hands. She lunged to retrieve it.

Scarlet heaved a javelin at Ravish's retreating figure. As if sensing it coming, the older girl dropped to the ground and performed a forward roll. Then she was back on her feet, with the sword in her hand.

Amara was shakily trying to shoot arrows at Saffron, but he was on the defensive. He deflected them as if they were nothing, slowly coming closer and closer to the poor girl. She felt a thrill of fear. We were fools to think we could defeat the Careers! Her mind wailed as Saffron easily dodged another of her arrows.

Kalin and Jarek were fighting side by side against Kelsea, trying to force her back. With Jarek coming too close for comfort and Kalin aiming arrows at her face, she was having a hard time coping. Then Zane came out of nowhere, slamming into Jarek and knocking him to the ground. He plunged his sword downwards, aiming for Jarek's heart.

But the younger boy was quick. He scrambled out of the way, and, lurching to his feet, went sprinting off into the darkness. Luke spotted his retreating form. He looked around and he could see the rest of his alliance was starting to give up the fight. Amara was steadily backing away. Scarlet and Seth were trying to break past their opponents and make a run for it.

Seized by rage, he roared, "Get back here, cowards! This is a fight to the death! If you disobey me, I'll find you and kill you myself!"

In the midst of battle, no one paid any mind to Luke's words. Except for Saffron. His eyes widened dramatically as he caught sight of Luke. Rage flickered in their depths. Suddenly, it was just he and the leader of the tribute alliance. Immune to the fray that seethed around him, Saffron made a beeline for Luke.

Luke turned his head and saw him coming at the last moment. His sword arm rose to block Saffron's furious assault. But he was one second too slow. Saffron's sword scraped right past his own as if it didn't exist and plunged into his chest. A small, victorious smirk weaved its way across Saffron's lips. Luke's face was dull with shock; his eyes glossed over with death.

Saffron wrenched the sword away and Luke slumped to the ground. He triumphantly turned to see the rest of the tributes retreating. Kalin turned and pushed past Kelsea, sprinting to safety. She threw one of her stars, but missed. Amara had also taken the opportunity to escape, while no one was looking.

Scarlet, horrified that the tide had turned so quickly, made a break for it. She pushed right past Adrenaline and Ravish, ignoring the blade of the saw that cut into her arm, and ran for her life. Seth went to follow, but Adrenaline mercilessly threw herself at him, unwilling to let another piece of prey escape her grasp.

Seth could feel the jagged edge of the saw on his throat. He knew this was the end for him. But he looked past his murderers to see Scarlet's retreating figure. Her blonde hair whipped out behind her, standing out like a star among the darkness. Then she was gone—but her lasting image still hovered within Seth's mind.

For some reason, his eyes were watering, a sensation that had not occurred since he was a small child. He closed them, holding back the tears. A wry smile formed on his lips.

"Idiot." He whispered.

With a triumphant screech, Adrenaline drove the saw into his jugular. She forced him to the ground, welcoming the spray of warm blood that coated her arms. Ravish stood by, looking on with mild amusement. Even after his cannon fired, Adrenaline continued mutilating his body, howling with glee all the way.

Kelsea, seeing what was happening, stomped right over. "Hey! Psycho!" She snapped, "It's over."

Adrenaline didn't acknowledge her. She was giggling as she painted red gashes on Seth's pale face. Kelsea reached down and grabbed her arm. With a shriek, Adrenaline whirled around, flailing the saw. Kelsea screamed as it penetrated her flesh. She stumbled a few steps back, pressing her hand to her bloodied forehead.

"You idiot!" She spat, infuriated, "What the hell was that?!"

Adrenaline looked just as angry. "It's your fault for grabbing me!" She retaliated, "I thought I was being attacked!"

"So you took the time to cut up a dead tribute even though you thought there were still attackers around?!" Kelsea snarled.

Zane was opening up one of the packs, coming up with some disinfectant and gauze. "And I was just about to say how we came away with no wounds…" He sighed, feeling more disappointed than he should have. One of the downfalls of being a perfectionist, I suppose. He thought, wrapping her wound. "Anyways, it looks like they really picked over the supplies and managed to come away with a few backpacks. But we'll be all right."

Saffron stood by silently, his arms crossed and his head held high. He was looking very smug, an uncharacteristic smile planted on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" Kelsea growled, still feeling very angry at Adrenaline, who continued to act like it wasn't her fault.

"I destroyed their leader." Saffron said in a very satisfied tone. He nodded towards Luke's unmoving body.

"Well, congratulations." Kelsea said sarcastically, "You want a medal?"

Before Saffron could respond, Adrenaline let out a loud yawn. "Well, it sure is good to be home! Let's break out some food and get some sleep, why don't we?"

"Sounds good to me!" Ravish said, quite happily sipping at a canister of water. "Well done, everyone. I guess tomorrow we should get back to our usual routine. Maybe try and hunt down the ones that got away."

"Are we going to split up into teams again?" Zane asked.

"No, I don't think so…" Ravish mused, "Which of you wants to be on guard?"

A long silence followed her words. No one volunteered. No one wanted to miss out on the action.

"Adrenaline, you're on guard." Ravish decided.

"What!" Adrenaline shrieked, "No way! That's like, the most boring job in the world!"

"Too bad. We need a guard."

"No!" Adrenaline declared, snatching up her saw and holding it up in a threatening gesture, "I want to go hunting!"

Ravish lifted her eyebrows in disbelief. "Hey, let's not resort to physical violence. We're still on the same side, after all." Adrenaline just scowled at her. She shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Fine. Saffron will be the guard."

"No I will not." Saffron responded in a firm voice, as if he were concluding the argument.

Ravish rolled her eyes. "Well someone's got to do it!"

"I have a suggestion," Zane offered, "The Cornucopia's supplies are dwindling anyways. All of the weapons have been claimed or taken away with dead bodies. How about we just shove the good stuff into backpacks and leave the rest of it here?"

"That works, though it might slow us down." Kelsea pointed out.

"We can always drop them if we need to run. Besides, there're three backpacks and five of us. We can take turns carrying them." Zane said reasonably. He looked to Ravish and she nodded in agreement.

"Sounds good. Now let's get some sleep."

Adrenaline let out a huge cheer. "Aw, yeah! The Careers are back, baby!"

After escaping the Careers, Scarlet had wound up on the fire side. She had stopped only to patch up her small arm wound. Now she was blindly making her way through a cloud of smoke, choking with sobs, wishing she hadn't looked back. But she had. And now, that image of Seth would forever remain in her mind. His lean body sprawled on the ground, coated with his own blood. The Career girl sitting atop him, murdering him in the most horrible fashion.

Just the thought of it made Scarlet want to wail without abandon. Not wanting to be found, she had to settle for whimpering under her breath. "Seth didn't deserve this." She whispered, and her voice rattled in her throat. The smoke was doing quite a number on her lungs…

The gas mask! Scarlet suddenly became aware of the backpack loosely strapped to her shoulders. She quickly opened it up and peered inside. The gas mask was right on top. She pulled it out and secured it onto her face. Breathing instantly became easier.

Before she could close up the bag, she spotted all of the extra food she had packed and the two canisters of water. She had been thinking of Seth the whole time, expecting that she would be sharing all of this with him.

Now, she never would.

Scarlet could feel the tears bunching up at the corner of her eyes. She was grateful that none of the cameras could capture them for the world to see. Nonetheless, she pressed her hands to her face, trying to keep them at bay. She kept seeing Seth lying dead on the ground. He was so naïve, so sweet. He was awkward, but in a cute way. Scarlet had liked him from the moment they met, and he had continued to grow on her. Even when she angrily pushed him away for insulting her, she only did it to see if he would come running after her.

And he did. But now, never again.

Scarlet buried her face into her arms and wept freely. Even her mask couldn't hide her grief. She let her emotions flow freely, not caring that the Capitol would see this.

The Capitol. It was their fault Seth Strider was dead. Maybe Adrenaline was the one that brought the saw to his throat. But the Capitol had forced her to do it. The Capitol was forcing them all into this treacherous game, where victory was impossible to grasp.

They see us as mere puppets, Seth's words rang clear in her mind, We are new toys that lose their luster after engaging in play for about a month. Then we are thrown away, into a forgotten landfill of memories…

Seized by a sudden impulse, Scarlet started spitting out profanities. She had never been one to swear, but now she was using up every dirty word in the dictionary. She cursed the Capitol, the Hunger Games, President Snow, and every last citizen that had watched Seth die for their own entertainment.

Even when she had run out of words to use, she still didn't feel any better. Scarlet shakily rose to her feet, slipped on her backpack, and continued on her way.

Barely a minute had passed when something came charging at her from the depths of the smog. It was the size of a small dog, but it was far too ugly to be one. It had a pointed nose and evil little eyes that were barely visible among dark, matted fur. Under its pelt rippled wiry muscles. A short, stubby tail poked out from its hindquarters. Hissing with fury, it came streaking towards Scarlet.

She barely had time to react. The evil little thing launched itself at her leg, baring a set of tiny, needle-sharp teeth. With a shriek, Scarlet leaped away from it, flailing her javelin at it. She knocked it back, but it stubbornly threw itself at her once more. This time, she aimed the point of her spear at it and stabbed it into the monster's back, killing it instantly.

Scarlet paused to observe it, realizing that it looked like some sort of giant rat. Before she could investigate any further, two more came barreling out of nowhere.

Armed with a javelin in each hand, Scarlet bravely met them in battle. It was clear to see that they boasted poor vision, and their only attack consisted of throwing themselves at her and trying to bury their teeth into her skin. But Scarlet was quick and easily dodged their clumsy efforts. It wasn't long before three of the gigantic rodents lay dead at her feet.

A sense of victory welled up from within. She ripped one of the javelins from a rat corpse and held it high over her head. "The Capitol will never silence me!" She shouted, her voice slightly muffled by the gas mask. She didn't care who heard her now. She wanted to let the Capitol know that Scarlet Kirkland wouldn't be going down that easily.

After abandoning the Cornucopia, Kalin had followed Jarek into the darkness. He had once again run to the ice side, probably due to its familiarity. It hadn't been hard to locate the young boy's footprints and track him to where he was cowering behind a snow bank.

He let out a small yelp when he saw Kalin and brought back his knife, as if to throw it. Then, when he realized who it was, he relaxed and gave a sigh of relief, "Kalin, thank goodness! I almost chucked my knife at you."

"Where are the others?" Kalin said in a low voice.

"I…I don't know," Jarek confessed, "I ran before the battle had ended. I'm sorry, Kalin."

"It's okay. But just so you know...Luke's dead." Kalin said in a somber tone.

Jarek's eyes widened. "Oh..." was all he could manage to say. His death certainly came as a shock, but Jarek didn't feel the same grief as when they had lost their other teammates. His eyes searched Kalin's face for some sort of reaction, but the older boy was stoic.

"I heard a second cannon, but I don't know if it belonged to Scarlet or Seth. Amara's still out here somewhere."

Jarek could feel his heart fall. "…Well, it was a good plan while it lasted, Kalin."

Kalin shrugged a shoulder. "At least we have supplies and weapons. Speaking of which, where's your backpack?"

Jarek smiled sheepishly. "Umm…it got stolen by the boy from District 9. He came in right before the battle and took it."

Kalin slapped his hand to his forehead. "So why didn't you grab another one?" He said, trying not to sound too exasperated.

"I didn't want to take one of yours!" Jarek exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

"Shh!" Kalin quickly silenced him. "Do you hear that?"

The two grew quiet, straining their ears. Footfalls were crunching across the snow. They located the source of the noise and noticed a familiar face emerging out of the darkness.

"It's just me," Amara said in a soft voice, "Jarek, you really need to work on being quieter."

"Sorry." Jarek whispered.

Kalin felt relieved to see a backpack strapped to Amara's shoulders. Her bow was clutched in her right hand too. She was looking at Kalin expectantly, her eyes shining with worry. "Well…what do we do now?"

"Now…we find somewhere safe to stay." Kalin replied, "Come on. We'll look for our remaining member in the morning."

At the crack of dawn, the Careers awoke, feeling extremely refreshed. Their thirst had been quenched and their bellies were full. In the confines of the Cornucopia, they had slept quite peacefully, knowing that they now outnumbered the other alliance.

The five of them enjoyed a light breakfast, then readied themselves to go hunting. As they set off, Adrenaline decided to get some complaining done.

"Ugh, my head is killing me." She whined.

"Shut up, Sugar Rush." Kelsea growled, "You're not the only one with a head injury." She pointed to the bandages sloppily wrapped around her forehead. Adrenaline took one look at them and shut up.

"If your head hurts that bad, you can always go back and be the camp guard." Ravish said lightly. She was carrying one of their three backpacks. They had crammed it so full of supplies that it was obnoxiously heavy. Saffron and Zane were carrying the other two packs, but didn't seem to be having as much trouble as her.

At Ravish's words, Adrenaline shook her head furiously. "Why don't you go back and be the camp guard?" She snapped.

Ravish narrowed her eyes, but didn't respond.

As they entered the ice side of the arena, a thin layer of snow started to crunch beneath them. Five sets of footprints were left in their wake.

"Hey…" Zane said, his breath coming out in cool puffs of air, "I think the snow is further in than it was before."

Everyone looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean?" Ravish said blankly.

"I mean that the ice side is expanding. Look." He motioned around them, "Don't you think it's closer to the Cornucopia than it was on Day 1?"

Everyone just kind of shrugged. Saffron was scowling at the ground, as if angered by the very thought of it intruding onto their territory.

Zane frowned. "Yeah, I guess it's not that noticeable."

"OH! OH!" Adrenaline was having a small spaz attack a few yards away. "Look at this! I found footprints!"

The Careers crowded around to get a good look.

"Those puny prints could only belong to one tribute…Angela." Ravish hissed, her voice soaked with glee. "And they're fresh! We've got her now."

"I get to kill her since I found the footprints!" Adrenaline shrilled.

Ravish cast her a sideways glance. "No you don't. Whoever gets to her first gets to kill her."

"No! I called dibs!" Adrenaline said, taking a swipe at Ravish with her dirty, untrimmed nails.

Ravish took a step back, looking angry. "Adrenaline, you seriously need to check up on your attitude! Have you forgotten we're a team? We've got to work together if we're going to get anywhere at all!"

"Feral." Saffron said, eyeing Adrenaline with disgust.

She turned on him. "Excuse me? What was that you just called me?"

Saffron crossed his arms defiantly. "You are behaving like some sort of genetic throwback. Cease this foolishness at once, Rush."

"Oh, it's on!"

Adrenaline lunged at him, aiming for the jugular. Zane and Kelsea caught her before she could do any harm. "Adrenaline, stop!" Zane commanded in a powerful voice, "You can be the one to kill Angela! Now let's get going before she outdistances us, okay?"

Adrenaline immediately relaxed. "Thank you, Zane." She said curtly, "That's all I wanted to hear." Then she brushed herself off and set off along the trail.

Ravish arched an eyebrow at Zane. "You just have to know the right way to deal with her." He explained in a calm voice, trudging after his district partner.

Ravish hurried to catch up and place herself at the front of the pack. Saffron and Kelsea brought up the rear. As they forged on through the snow, tension filled the air. Zane realized with a heavy heart that, without the large tribute alliance as a common enemy, their alliance was doomed to fall apart. Already, Adrenaline was becoming rebellious and it was plain to see that the others would have loved to silence her.

Zane looked at each of his allies in turn, wondering whom he could trust.

About half an hour later, they came upon a sloping ridge dotted with trees. The tiny footprints made a winding trail through the forest, headed up the slope. At the top, standing directly in the center of a large gap of trees, was Angela herself.

"Hey!" She called cheerfully, "It's about time! I was waiting forever for you guys to show yourself!"

"Let's get her!" Ravish exclaimed, her eyes brimming with excitement. She threw down her backpack and began plowing through the deep snow, right up the steepest part of the hill. The others followed.

"Oh no!" Angela started screaming in a high-pitched, earsplitting voice, "The Careers are coming to kill me! Someone help!" She started leaping up and down, kicking up snow. Something whizzed past Ravish's ear, and she realized that the little girl was chucking snowballs at them too. You've gotta be kidding me.

"You're going to pay for being such a brat!" Ravish shrieked. She was halfway up the steep slope, and Angela hadn't moved. Ravish's feet kept slipping out from under her, but adrenaline was pumping through her veins, forcing her to keep going. She was highly aware of her allies a few yards back, but Angela was as good as hers.

"No way, freak!" Angela screamed back, "You're the one who's going to pay!"

Angela was nearly within arm's reach when a deep rumbling shook the ground beneath them. It was as if someone had yanked a carpet right out from under her feet. Ravish hit the ground hard, screaming with terror as a massive amount of snow sent her crashing down the side of the mountain. The rest of the Careers scattered, trying to leap out of the path of the avalanche and get to the nearest tree.

Angela prowled along the ridge, feeling elated as she watched a number of her enemies get swept away by the snow. It had been a huge gamble, but it had been worth it. The Careers had fallen right into her trap. While she stood in a safe zone on the ridge, they had come barreling straight up the unstable slope. Their screaming had only contributed to their demise.

The snow thundered down the slope and came to rest at the bottom, spreading out in a powdery white wave. Angela watched approvingly as it settled, packing itself back into place. She couldn't spot a single Career.

She threw her head back and laughed jubilantly. Then she turned and escaped in the other direction, pleased with her work.

As soon as she was gone, Saffron emerged from the snow. He shook the flurries from his blonde hair, his ice blue eyes burning with rage. He caught sight of Kelsea and Adrenaline clambering down from their perches in the trees. Saffron glanced to his left and could see someone's fingertips poking out of the snow, twitching.

Jumping into action, Saffron quickly forced his way through the snow towards his buried teammate. He scraped at the snow until he had uncovered his ally's hand and arm. Then, with a great heave, he pulled Zane out of the snow. The poor boy's chest heaved as he fought for air.

"Thanks, Saffron." He choked out, coughing up a mouthful of snow.

Adrenaline and Kelsea came over, looking fairly shaken. Saffron turned to face them, his eyes searching. "Where is Blackwell?" He said sharply. There was no sign of her.

"…I guess she's dead." Kelsea said in a flat voice.

"No…cannon…yet…" Zane said between labored breathing.

"Start digging!" Saffron snapped. He turned to the enormous pile of snow and started raking at it with his bare hands.

Adrenaline's face was filled with panic. "I almost died!" She said in a shrill voice, "I almost died! And now Ravish is dead. A 12-year old killed Ravish!" She was clutching at her short hair, pulling it until it hurt.

"Rush, pull yourself together!" Saffron ordered, "I have no use for subordinates who lose hold of their sanity! Now do as I say!" He paused to cast a glare at the rest of his alliance.

They started digging alongside him, feeling that this was a hopeless case. Ten minutes passed and they came up with nothing. One by one, they stopped digging, until only Saffron was the only one left. His breaths came out in ragged panting. Despite the cold temperature, sweat shone on his forehead. His hands were stark white as they scraped away uselessly at the snow.

"Saffron…" Zane said in a soft voice, "I think she's gone."

Saffron ignored him, steadily working away at the snow.

"No one will blame you if you give up."

"I refuse!" Saffron snapped, "Blackwell is apart of this alliance. If you were in her position, would you wish me to give up in the very fashion you're suggesting?"

Zane didn't respond. The answer to that was clear.

But right as his resolve was about to fail, Saffron's hand brushed Ravish's cold face. He scraped away at the snow some more, working his arms under her body. Once he had a good grip, he pulled Ravish from her icy tomb. At the sight of her, the other three sprang to her feet, looking surprised.

"You found her!" Adrenaline exclaimed, in awe.

"…I fear I was too late." Saffron murmured, laying Ravish on firmer ground.

Her eyes were closed and her face had turned blue in color. She was soaked to the skin, her long, wet hair clinging to her body. She was not breathing.

"There might still be a chance to save her," Kelsea offered, "Any of you know CPR?"

Everyone just stared at her, uncomprehending.

Kelsea sighed. "Fine. I guess it's up to me." She placed her hands on Ravish's chest and began pumping up and down, trying to bring her heart back to life. She breathed air back into her lungs while the others looked on inquisitively.

This went on for a few minutes. Kelsea quickly grew tired. Just when she seemed that she was about to give up, Ravish gave a great gasp and reentered the world. Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to focus them on the four other Careers, anxiously peering down at her. "Is this hell?" She croaked.

"Worse." Kelsea said in a flat voice, "We're still in the arena."

Ravish tried to groan, but it came out as a pathetic whimper. She felt chilled to the bone. Her limbs were shaking uncontrollably. Never in her life had she felt so miserable. "New idea," She said weakly, "I'll be camp guard."

Zane reached down and helped her to her feet. She leaned on him heavily, her teeth chattering.

"You look awful." Adrenaline commented.

"Thanks." Ravish hissed, mustering up the strength to shoot a glare at her ally.

"Kelsea performed CPR and saved your life," Zane explained, as they shakily walked down the hill, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Thanks, Kels." Ravish rasped.

"Don't thank me." Kelsea said in a bored voice, "Thank Saffron."

Ravish looked quizzically at her district partner. He was scowling at the ridge, probably wondering where Angela had gotten.

"He dug you out." Zane said, frowning at Saffron, who seemed to have departed the conversation.

"Thanks." Ravish repeated, looking to him this time. He ignored her, still scanning the mountainside for Angela. Ravish bit back a few angry words that she didn't have the strength to say anyways. Instead, she allowed Zane to lead her back to camp. The other three stayed to try and dig out their buried backpacks.

As she went, the moments surrounding the avalanche came back to her. Right before it had crushed her under its weight, she had protectively thrown her arms over her face. Once encased in the snow, she had managed to secure a small pocket of air to breathe. She could hear the others speaking, and she tried to scream for help, but her voice hadn't been able to penetrate her thick insulation.

She had quickly grown panicked, her breathing coming out in short gasps that quickly ate away at her air supply. But through the snow, she could hear the muffled voices of her alliance. She could hear Saffron snapping at everyone to start digging.

And then, her world had faded around her. She accepted her death with grace, knowing full well that she had tried her best. She was a true Hunger Games competitor, and would be remembered for the spectacular show she had provided the Capitol.

The next thing she knew, she was awake, sucking in the cool, crisp air of the arena. The faces of her alliance were looking down on her, and she seriously believed that they had all died and gone to hell together.

But she hadn't died after all. She had been given another chance.

These Games were far from over.

As night fell, Bentley was erasing the signs of his camp's existence. He did this every night, careful not to leave out any supplies, although he couldn't do anything about the number of footprints. He was wondering whether or not to sleep in the cave again, when he heard a deep, guttural growling.

Bentley could feel dread seep into his stomach as he realized that no human could produce such a sound. Without wasting a second, he ran to his cave and ducked inside. Fighting against the possibility of discovery, he burrowed into the snow, heaping it on top of him until he was completely covered.

As he did so, he could sense whatever-it-was drawing closer. Heavy footfalls crunched loudly on the snow. He could hear a fierce snorting sound, as if the beast had picked up his scent. Bentley froze up, holding his breath. The beast was right outside his cave, only a few feet from where he was hiding.

He could hear its heavy breathing. It stood there for a full minute, and the world became enveloped in silence. It was listening for tributes. But Bentley dared not make a sound.

After what seemed like hours, the unknown monster gave a short, frustrated growl, and tromped off in another direction. Bentley gave a few shaky breaths, but he was far too terrified to emerge from his snow cover.

His mind, blank with fear, just kept repeating the same phrase over and over. What the hell WAS that?

RIP Luke and Seth.

Luke: Interesting tidbit about this guy. His profile had him as a planner, a good right hand man, and willing to sacrifice. Also, climbs machines for fun. But then I said SCREW IT this dude is gonna be an instigator. The only interesting thing about him was that his creator said he was sort of a ninja, but Kelsea and Hapi put him to shame in that department without even trying. So I kind of twisted his personality to make him more interesting. Sorry. (Not really)

Seth: Aajdkhlgalkgjd SETH! ;_; I was SO SAD to kill this guy. At first I was like, "Hm, his profile is okay," but as soon as he came to life in the first chapter, he snatched up a spot on my favorites list. He was so fun to write and his awkwardness was so charming. I'm sorry he went early, but it fit perfectly with his preference for death. /sniff/ I'll miss you Seth, you little speed demon, you. I'm sure there are lots of gummy worms in heaven.