Well school's finally done. Over the summer I'm going to have a lot more time for writing, so that means I should be able to update at least weekly. Here's Day 6. Enjoy!

Day 6 (Willow's PoV)

I clutched my bow tightly as I tried to make out the voice by the lake. It sounded like a guy's voice, but as soon as I could figure out what he was saying, it became very obvious who it belonged to.

"Praise Tebow. Almighty savoir. You will save me."

Cutter. He wasn't a threat to me. He might be able to fight, but he had zero brain-power. I still went to the lake to collect water.

"I trust that my lord Tebow will save me."

"Oh my God, Cutter shut up," I said in exasperation. "Tim Tebow cannot save you from the hunger games."

He broke his "meditation" when he noticed me. Instead of attacking or running away, he just simply said, "yes he can."

How stupid could he be? "No he can't," I argued, trying to keep my sanity.

"Yes he can. Tim Tebow is the greatest and he can save me from anything," he explained.

"He couldn't save me from shooting an arrow through your head," I told him.

"Sure he could," Cutter replied.

Not wanting to converse with him any longer, I took out my bow and arrow and proved him wrong.

(Zilla's PoV)

Since we didn't get any food yesterday, Scoria went out to look for some. Chrissy tagged along to try to prevent her from killing any animals, so that left me to watch over the supplies alone.

It started out as extremely boring, until I stared hearing things. I'm a nervous wreck, and almost always jump at small noises, but someone was here, I knew it.

I doubted that it was either Scoria or Chrissy, since they didn't leave that long ago.

Run or Hide? Those were my choices. Whoever it was could probably outrun me, so hiding seemed like my best option. I propped my hood up and pried myself into a bush. Not the best spot, but it was all I had time for.

Jewell stepped foreword and through a tiny open space in the bush, I could make out two objects in her hands: A knife and a GPS.

Her sponsors sent her a GPS. Is that even legal? Then again, I'm in an arena where children are forced to murder each other for sport. I don't think capitol people are big on legality.

She was able to find me very easily. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out. She didn't stab me when she first saw me, which made me more nervous as to why she didn't.

There was no use trying to escape. She had more strength in one hand than I had in my entire body. She was the highest scoring tribute and I was a terrified fourteen-year-old girl. There was no way I could make it out of this situation alive.

"If you're gonna kill me just do it already," I said, panicked.

She smiled deviously. "Oh no, I want them to watch," she pulled her knife closer to me. "Now scream or I'll make you."

(Scoria's PoV)

Zilla's cries for help rang throughout the arena, and a wave of panic swept over me.

"Chrissy, Zilla's hurt," I told her. "We have to go back, now!"

I immediately dropped everything in my hands and rushed back to our base.

What could've happened to her? Did she fall into a trap? Did the capitol send mutts on her? But when I got there it was evident that she was in an even worse situation. Her neck was right below the knife held by Jewell Hanglow.

I looked at Zilla's skin that was now filled with fresh cuts, obviously given by Jewell. Even though there were a lot of them, none were deep enough to kill her immediately. And Chrissy knew a little bit about medicine. If I could just get Zilla into her hands and out of Jewell's, she'd be fine.

I grabbed the gun from my backpack. "Let her go," I demanded.

Jewell went completely unaffected. "If you try anything I swear I'll make her pay," she threatened.

I had to do something. If I waited too long, Zilla could very well bleed to death. A bullet would move faster than a knife, so I had the advantage. I just needed to shoot Jewell in exactly the right place.

I concentrated on shooting her heart, but she was quick enough to dodge it, and Zilla's neck took the blow from her knife.

(Chrissy's PoV)

I ran over to Zilla. The gash on her neck was too big for simple cut medicine. It probably couldn't even be healed by stitches or other intense emergency medical procedures.

Jewell had escaped and Scoria was beside me, screaming frantically. "Fix her!" She commanded.

"I can't," I answered, upset. How could she think I could fix this?

"I wish I could, but I can't," I told Scoria sincerely.

Zilla's breathing became slower and slower until it eventually stopped and her cannon fired.

"Damn it," Scoria cussed through gritted teeth. "Why did I let her stay here alone?"

"It's not your fault," I tried to assure her.

"Yes it is," she screamed in frustration.

I left Scoria alone for the rest of the night. She seemed like she didn't want to be around other people.

At night, during the death toll, I saw the Tebow obsessed boy from 7, and then I saw Zilla in the sky. Just seconds later she disappeared from the world forever. I finally started to get what she meant about death being permanent. No matter what I wanted she would never come back. None of the tributes would.