Day 10. 40% darkness. (Looks like it's always dawn or dusk)
Flashes of darkness are in effect.
1% of mutants and monsters awake. (One major mutant alive)
Arena tilted at 8 degree (almost unnoticeable)
Dead tributes: Seth, Ezra, Vein, Gaet, Tidus, Tyler, Solice, Frae, Sarah, Elidh, korthos, Quin, Tain, Tyra, Daniel, Cell, Dylen, Terris, Raph and Jet
Living tributes: Faith, Croy, Gloria, Riki, Lars, Shine, Thalia, Kiylee, Terris, Veron, Tylon, Hecate, Caitlyn, Finite, Annubis, Clara and Teak (only listing tributes with confirmed names)
(1 cannon fodder left)

Last chapter I wrote almost 4000 words about different tributes, but most of them didn't work out.
I feel like I've done everything that's not cliché already. I need to think more outside the box
I think I have something that will blow your minds... but I won't reveal anything in this chapter.

Croy held his fingers tightly on the triggers of his guns, a hail of bullets felling several golems in front of him. The hunger games were highly against guns being used, but they made an exception to Croy. He had an excellent idea to allow himself the use of two USP45 guns with some extreme mods. The guns were specially designed so that any micro camera in its frontal 45 degree range would disable the firing mechanism. It would also disable if it got within 5 meters of a tracking bug that was in all Tributes.

The practical upshot of this was that he couldn't shoot it if a tribute was in front of him or near him. It was an entirely anti mutt weapon. Luckily, the cost of ammo was the exact cost of killing 6 golem mutts. So, he could keep up using guns as long as he didn't miss too many times.

Croy thought that having guns would be a big advantage, but the game makers made sure to make his life living hell from then on. Every hour he would face dozens of mutants. Each one was harder then the last.

At first it was only flesh golems, they would take a bullet to the head or heart and shrivel away before his eyes. Then they made more resistant golems. Finally, they started sending out what the capital called "Horrors" They were the most daunting of all mutts because each horror had an extremely high tech and realistic hologram projector on its back. No two horrors looked the same, but they all had wings and red eyes.

When Croy and Teak first encounter horrors they were truly horrified. Everything around them appeared to melt. The buildings began to sag and drip while the ground turned black as the sky turned red. All of this was just a box of illusions but Croy and Teak couldn't tell, it all looked so real. As the illusion continued, Teak began to scream and Croy began lose confidence, as the minutes went by, it looked as though they were on a flat plain, everything was destroyed. Finally, the horror actually appeared. All of the buildings liquid forms flew into the sky and created the incarnation of the horror.

The horror looked remotely human but with grey skin that looked like stone. The Horror's wings were giving of rainbow colored light that was hauntingly beautiful. Despite the attraction in its wings, the rest of the horror was disgusting. Its finger nails were dripping holographic blood and its entire body was pulsing with electric blue veins that seemed to radiate their own light.

Horrors are not designed to kill. They are designed to break the tributes morale. Make them believe that it's over, once they think their life is over. The horror actually does finish the job. Other wise, they are weak and easy to kill.

Unfortunately, Teak did break. She wailed in terror and started to run. But Croy stayed behind to fight the horror. It took roughly seven bullets but the Horror was killed with out much of a fight.

As the illusion faded away, Croy began to celebrate and turned to look for Teak. She was simply standing there of in the distance. When Croy approached her, she wasn't the same, her face was pale and her eye was twitching.

Deep inside Teak, she was truly broken. From then on, she would hardly talk. Hardly eat. For all Croy knew, she would hardly think.

Teak seemed afraid to even look at Croy, scared that he might simply fade away and reveal another Horror. Or maybe Croy was the Horror.

One day later Croy woke to find Teak holding one of his guns. "You alright?" He spoke cautiously. He knew Teak wasn't mentally stable any more. It didn't help her recovery by encountering another horror only 12 hours later.

"Yeah, I just got thinking about stuff... What if we get separated...? How will I fight them?" Teak asked with just a hint of insanity.

"We won't be separated, I'll stay with you, now please give me back the gun." Croy stuck his hand out so Teak could give him the gun.

"Why? Do you think I'm going to shoot you or something? That's not very nice to think about some one." Teak smiled childishly.

"Of course not, I just want my gun. Now give it to me." Croy was beginning to get afraid of Teak.

"Not if you ask like that. Now give me your gun instead." Teak stuck her hand out while she waited for Croy to hand her his gun.

Croy stood up and pulled out his gun. "You're not getting my gun. Now give me my other one. Now!"

"Give me the gun or I will take it from you." Teak was screaming at the top of her lungs. It was amazing that she was screaming after nearly a day of total silence.

"You can't beat me in a fight Teak, you know you can't." Croy was now speaking slowly and calmly to stop Teak getting any more aggressive.

Teak roared and aimed her gun at Croy. "I don't need to fight you!" Croy aimed his gun back at Teak with nervous anticipation. Who knew if she would pull the trigger?

"Give me back my gun, you don't want to shoot me, and I don't want to shoot you." Croy was upset that this was even happening. Friends shouldn't fight in Croy's opinion.

"Don't tell me what I want." Teak pulled the trigger multiple times but no bullets came out. "Why won't it work? Why won't you die?"

Croy was seething with rage; she was actually going to shoot him. "They don't work on other tributes."

Croy pushed Teak away and walked out the door. He never wanted to see her again.

So, now Croy was alone. He left Teak with his old gun but he bought a new one with the money from the seven Horrors he met later that day. In fact, he had four guns now. The other two were attached to his belt.

Just before day 10 (every 5 days, money is wiped clean), Croy went on a shopping spree and bought mostly chocolate and other food, but he also bought over 100 bullets in ammo. But no amount of Ammo could prepare him for his next problem.

He was walking down a street when all of a sudden in front of him was something he never thought about facing. A day ago he began to only think about how to eliminate Mutts. But now, he was only 20 meters away from another tribute. The two tributes looked at each other with silent respect.

Croy examined the tribute carefully to see if he was stronger or more skilled then the boy he was facing, but its hard to tell from looking at some one. The tribute was average height with long black hair and a slightly pale complexion. On his back was a Naginata and all across his chest were shuriken stars.

Croy smiled and drew his gun. The moment he touched the cold metal of the gun's handle, he realized that he couldn't shoot the tribute. His gun wouldn't allow it.

Realizing how much danger he was in, Croy decided to fake it from then on. He aimed the gun at the head of the tribute. "Drop all your weapons or I'll shoot you."

"Now now, you wouldn't hurt some one with a hidden archer aiming at you... would you?" Croy looked around, he couldn't see any hidden archer, but if he could, the archer wasn't very well hidden.

Little did either tribute know that the other was lying. Croy knew he couldn't escape. He had an archer aiming at him and he couldn't shoot the boy in front of him

The tribute knew there was no archer and thought that he would simply get shot.

Minutes went by in a tense wait.

"Well, it appears we are at a stalemate my friend." Said the tribute with a gleam in his eye.

"Yeah, tell your archer to come out so we can talk." Croy knew that the archer wouldn't actually come out. But he hoped that maybe the tribute would accidentally reveal the archers location.

"Gloria, come out!" Riki yelled, knowing that his hidden archer, Gloria would never show. "Alright, i have no hidden archer. But maybe we could talk, possibly team up?"

Croy nodded gratefully and put his useless guns away.

And so, Riki and Croy teamed up. Even though Croy didn't know it, Riki was searching for Gloria with all his heart. He had to find her before any one else did.

Meanwhile.

Kiylee cut her way through a horde of Golems, beside her was Veron and Tylon. Days seemed like hours as the mutts kept coming, Kiylee began the fights with arrows and throwing knives, but when the mutts started coming in groups of 100 or more she had to start using a sword or they would overwhelm her.

"How are you guys going?" Veron's voice was nearly lost on Kiylee as the pile of bodies massed around her.

"They just won't stop coming!" Tylon yelled from a distance.

A few minutes later, all the golems were dead and the three friends didn't have a scratch on them. "Are these things getting easier or just stupider?" Tylon gasped.

"Both." Kiylee lifted her hand up high and Veron promptly high fived her waiting hand.

After catching her breath, Kiylee climbed to the top of a stack of 5 golems to get a view of the battle field. "Hey you guys, massive golem army to the north. Do we fight it or flee?"

Veron exchanged a glance with Tylon. "How much we talkin' 'bout 'ere?" Veron said with an Italian mobster accent

"Nothing we cant handle... times 20... Times 6... Times 5." Kiylee looked a bit doubtful. There looked like there was at least 2000 golems heading towards one tower of in the distance. (All point towers in the games had been destroyed for different reasons. This is a different tower)

"So... a lot of golems?" Veron asked again.

"Yeah, I reckon about 2000, give or take a hundred."

Tylon whistled in admiration. "That's a lot of synthetic flesh."

"I wonder why they are sending golems over there." Veron asked in complete disregard to the current conversation.

"Probably a tribute." Kiylee suggested.

"Sounds like a real challenge. I'm tired of fighting golems, lets hunt a tribute."

"Cool, let's roll." Kiylee added.

The three began to move towards the horde when Kiylee noticed how close it was to day 10. "Hey guys, we gotta but some stuff."

"Already done." Kiylee turned around to see Veron with hundreds of grenades around his feet along with three back packs and a large high tech silver sling shot. "Help me carry these things."

Veron pulled the strange elastic band back and flung the grenade into the air. When he released the band a satisfying twang echoed out and the grenade rocketed out of sight, exploding off in the distance.

"Lets kill those Mutts."

Meanwhile.

Hecate groaned as she dragged her axe out of a golem. Using a two handed axe against massive hoards of monsters was not easy, after a few minutes she realized that she didn't have to stop swinging once she made contact with a Mutt, she learned that they were cut in half so easily that she could sustain the momentum through multiple golems. The hard part was pulling the axe out of the last golem.

Caitlyn skipped past Hecate and grinned mockingly. "I think its dead."

Hecate gave Caitlyn fearsome deaths stare. "I swear I'm going to get you some day."

"Careful now little missy, we don't want any fights." Clara was standing beside Hecate. Unfortunately, Hecate didn't know about Clara's presence until then so it came as a bit of a fright. More specifically, Hecate gasped and pushed Clara away; Clara stepped back and fell over a golem's body.

Lying on her back, Clara cracked up laughing. "I deserve that."

"You can just tell that the mutts are super easy for a reason. They're gonna make them super impossible later." Caitlyn stuck her hand out and lifted Clara off the ground.

"Either way, it's good money. But a challenge would be a welcome change from these things."

(In case you're wondering, Hecate headed back to the hospital, but it was gone. A distinctive memory from a different tribute in its place.)

Hecate, Clara and Caitlyn talked for awhile in the middle of the battle ground littered with golem corpses until they saw her, a lone female tribute off in the distance. She was probably only 50 meters away.

The tribute was a tall girl with short blood red hair (obviously dyed) She had a sword on her back and a shield in her hand.

It appeared as though the tribute had not seen Hecate and co. "Wait here. I'll sneak behind her and you guys come in the front." Caitlyn ran off into back alley that probably led behind the girl.

Something bothered Hecate about the girl. She was alive and breathing, but she seemed to avoid looking Hecate and Clara's direction.

"Lets go, Caitlyn should be in position now." Clara tugged Hecate's sleeve and they walked forward slowly forward with their weapons drawn.

As they drew nearer and nearer Caitlyn finally made her appearance. The three tributes were all equal distances away from the girl as they approached. "Big mistake." The girl drew a long sword in her right hand out of a hidden sheath on her back.

Hecate faltered in her walk towards the tribute. Something was off about this girl, she looked like she was confident that she would win even though she was out numbered 3 to 1.

With sudden clarity, Hecate realized why, but unfortunately she realized too late.

"Watch out for traps!" Hecate yelled just before Clara snapped a trip wire. Hecate was paralyzed by fear, but just before the large swinging wooden crate hit her, she pushed Clara out of the way. The crate smashed on Hecate's head and knocked her out cold.

The red haired girl sprinted towards Caitlyn with her sword in front of her body; her face was a mask of terror. In an adrenaline fueled reaction, Caitlyn dodged the charge by jumping out of the way. Instead, the girl maintained her momentum and channeled it outwards by swinging around and slashing at Caitlyn's head, the blow would of decapitated her easily if it wasn't for the shield that Hecate made all of the three girls wear.

Caitlyn's shield blocked the blow but the shield knocked Caitlyn on the head, disorientating her for a second.

The red haired tribute side stepped and elbowed Caitlyn in the nose, a spray of blood cloaking Caitlyn's clothes and the girls elbow.

As Caitlyn reared back in pain, the tribute smashed the hilt of her blade across Caitlyn's eyebrow, right near her temple, knocking Caitlyn out cold.

Now, it was only Clara left. Caitlyn and Hecate were both unconscious on the ground.

Clara was still knocked down from Hecate's push and hadn't stood up yet. She was to preoccupied with watching Caitlyn and the tribute fight.

Clara normally would of just thrown a knife at the tribute, ending it there and then. But the golems required her to use most of her throwing knifes. Every now and then, a knife would get lodged inside of a golem and when the battle was over, she wouldn't be able to find the knife again. So now she had just one throwing knife left and she was saving it for a special occasion. This seemed special enough.

Clara jumped to her feet a pulled out her final knife. In a perfect throw, the knife sped towards the tribute, normally it would of hit her chest or around that area. But the tribute had a shield, so, as you guessed. It hit the shield.

Out of options, Clara pulled out her own short sword.

The tribute leaned down and picked up Caitlyn's unconscious body. Slowly, she put her sword to Caitlyn's throat. "Don't make me do it."

(Caitlyn had a bow, but it got snapped two fights ago.)

And there you have it. All 36 tributes have been named or seen at least once. No more tributes will be added to the games.