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Hunger Games – Day 6

District 12 Tribute: Julian Raj

It's amazing how fast you can run out of food in the Games. Even though it's only been 6 days, we've already run out of supplies. I'm trying to convince Olivia to let me go find some extra packs in the Cornucopia, but she refuses to let me go. She thinks I could be hunted down, but I, however, think I could make it.

"Please, Olivia. Just let me go..." I frown, staring at the ceiling of the desert cave.

Light floods through the entrance, filling the cave with rays of sunshine. It's pretty hot, but in the cave, it's nice and cool. The ceiling is high, covered in bands of light brown stone and mixtures of sand colored mica. To sum it up, it's gorgeous.

Olivia stirs in her sleeping bag, rolling over to look at me. Her face is drained of color, and she weakly shakes her head. Her chocolate brown eyes have been bloodshot for two days, and she's lost a lot of weight.

"Come on, Liv... Please... We need this," I beg, crawling over to her and lying beside her.

She presses her forehead to mine, then lifts her eyebrows weakly. "I don't want you hurt, Julian... It's better we die together than let you wander out there and have you die alone."

As blunt as that sounds, it's true. "But... Olivia, come on... Please," I whisper.

"No..." She says, closing her eyes.

I don't respond, instead I kiss her forehead and walk over to my pack as silent as possible. She's probably fallen asleep, so I pick some metal snares from her pack and set them up at the entrance in case of any intruders. I'm going to get those packs... I don't care what she says. I won't stop until she lives.

I swing my only weapon, an axe over my shoulder, then head out. I step over the traps, then walk through the desert, putting my hood over my head. I can't stand the heat, but hopefully the jacket will absorb most of it. I hum as I walk along, then reach the edge of the desert. The Cornucopia and the mini junkyard sit in the distance, and I begin to sprint.

If I can reach the Cornucopia without being seen, I'll be good. I start running, then see another figure burst from the woods. It's the District 11 Tribute, Reed Nile. He darts next to me, and we sprint as fast as we could. He smirks at me, holding my gaze as we run beside eachother. I pant, then start dashing up the junk pile.

"You can't outrun me, just wait!" Reed calls, running after me.

I ignore him the best I can, diving for a pack in the Cornucopia. I've just wrapped my fingers around the shoulder straps when I feel a pain shoot through my leg. I yell out, then turn to see an axe lying beside the back of my shin. My pants are torn, and blood seeps from an open wound. The axe only grazed my leg, but it still hurts like no tomorrow.

I stand up, grab the axe, then turn around quickly and shove the butt of it into Reed's chest as he steps up onto the Cornucopia. He goes tumbling backwards, reaching out to grab me. I lean backwards, but he manages to grab my shirt collar. I grab his wrist, but we're already tumbling down the junkyard pile. I grunt whenever I hit the materials, and Reed snarls as he attempts to punch me in the face. Quickly, I dodge the hit, and he grabs a metal pole behind me.

I stand up as fast as possible, holding the axe and pulling out my own. I swing the axes around, glaring at Reed. He swings the pole out to hit me, but I deflect the hit with the head of the axe. There's a loud clang, and I see the focus in Reed's eyes as he goes for another hit. He brings the pole down hard on the middle of the axe handle, forcing me to drop it. It smacks the ground hard, and Reed looks down. While he's looking down, the world seems to slow. I hold the axe in my hands, then bring the blade down onto his shoulder. Reed's eyes grow as he collapses onto the ground, holding his shoulder.

I decide I'll leave him here for some other Tribute to finish off, and I run back up to the Cornucopia. I quickly scramble through some packs, hearing the groaning and suffering moans of Reed, who lies at the bottom of the junk pile. I find as much food as I can, then stuff it into another pack that I filled with water bottles. I grab the large pack, swing it over my shoulders, then run down the junk pile again. Running back to Olivia, and leaving Reed by himself...

District 1 Tribute: Beau Infernetti

The glare of late sunset peers through the windows in the cabin, and I stand up, looking around. The others are sprawled out across the ground, talking and laughing. Joking like we aren't in the Hunger Games. I kick a crate over, then punch the wall. We're all hungry, and Reed hasn't returned.

"Where is that asshole?" I yell, gritting my teeth.

"Uh... Didn't he go to get food?" Faren asks, pulling back from a kiss with Holly.

"At the Cornucopia, right?" Kate asks, scratching her forehead.

"Yeah, so where the hell is he?" I exclaim, throwing my arms out in confusion.

"How should we know? You're the one who made him go by himself..." Abbey mutters.

I growl, then walk quickly for her, but Zalex stands up quickly and shoves me back. "It's not worth it, dude. Calm down."

"I'll calm down when that dumb ass comes back!" I snarl, shoving Zalex away.

"Maybe someone should go look for him..." Wendi says quietly, wrapping her arms around her knees and bringing them to her chest.

"Alright. Abbey," I snicker, pointing to the shortest girl of all the female Careers.

She looks up, a glint in her eyes. "What?"

"Go find Reed."

"By myself?"

"Yeah, duh."

"Why? What if he needs help? I can't carry him by myself if he's missing legs."

"Fine... Zalex, go with her." I nod to Zalex, shaking my head.

"Whatever." Zalex shrugs, helping Abbey up, then grabbing his weapon and walking through the door.

Abbey grabs a knife, then runs after Zalex. I sigh, then plop down on the ground. Shaking my head, I look through the window and see that night is already upon us. Faren sits up, propping his back against the wall. He puts his elbows on his knees, then tilts his head.

"What if he's dead?" Faren says quietly.

"Then we lose one. Big deal. There's other Tributes we can find and make our little minions..." I mutter.

"Like who? Who's even left?" Holly asks.

"Both from One, three from Two, the boy from Three, both from Four..." Kate is cut off by the boom of a cannon in the distance.

I run out onto the porch, glaring at the sky. The others follow, and we all lean against the railing, staring up at the sky. The Capitol anthem blares out, and the faces flash in the sky. District 4's David Pierce, and District 9's Devlin Calete appear in the stars, then disappear as the Capitol anthem ends.

"Devlin's gone?" Kate murmurs.

"Who? District partner?" I ask.

"Yeah... And he allied with Tyler Dejar, I think... That means Tyler escaped... But he's probably wounded..." Holly mutters.

"Most likely... Hey, look! The lovebirds return!" Faren laughs, pointing to Reed and Abbey.

Reed clenches his shoulder, and Abbey helps him to stand. Blood drenches Reed's shirt, and it leaks through the material. He climbs the porch steps, then sits down with a loud sigh.

"What happened?" Faren asks.

"District 12 got me with my own axe..." Reed groans.

"Lets get you patched up..." Holly sighs, leading him into the cabin.