Laurel Eresong, District Nine Female, 15 years old

At least the arena's not a desert or a tundra. There'll be a climate I'm used to which'll make surviving easier. That's what I tell myself. Of course the low levels of light make it harder but that'll be a problem for all of us - at least there's a level playing field with the heat. Right now there's a pleasant breeze and, for a few seconds, I let myself believe I'm walking in the forests back in District Nine, not that there's many of them. Maybe I'll be able to enjoy it throughout the Games.

I'm not walking in any particular direction seeing as I fled from the Cornucopia as quickly as I could. There weren't many deaths when I left but there was't many tributes either. I don't know what that means but if I stay out of the way, hopefully I won't be able to find out. Low Bloodbath death counts are rare, but they happen. The last time it happened was five years ago or so and the rest of those Games were brutal. I hope these Games won't be like that, but I think we've got among the strongest tributes seen in the past few years so it'll be inevitable.

I decide to look through the backpack I was able to score as I walk, keeping the small knife I grabbed on the way out tightly gripped in my left hand. I don't think I can kill anyone but if I look like I can, people'll leave me alone, right? I haven't got the best pack ever seen in the Games - it's full of standard things. A bit of rope, saltine crackers, an empty canteen. What's nice is that I've got matches and a blanket made out of rough material. I don't intend to light a fire - that's suicide - but the blanket, albeit rough, is a nice thing to have. At least I'll be warmer at night. Nestled within the backpack though is a bit of string and soon I wonder if there's a stick about. In training I learnt how to use a slingshot and maybe that can be how I play the Game - stay in a tree and fire things at people, hiding behind the foliage. I'll make a mental note to look for a forked stick.

Behind me I can hear the thunder of some footsteps and I think it's obvious that some tributes are on the move. The way the forest is, tunnelling slightly, I can't hear where the footsteps are coming from - I don't know whether they're behind me or to one of my sides. Of course I don't want to take my chances so I begin to run myself, extending my arms forward to move branches out of the way of my path. I can see that the path I'm running down forks and I decide to take the route on the left - the one on the right might take me back to the Cornucopia.

As I run around the corner I collide with someone, sending us both to the floor. I raise my knife, ready to appear like I'll kill whoever it is, as I stand up and attempt to look at the person. It's the girl from Twelve, Alys, who has a scared look on her face. We stare at each other for a few seconds; my knife still raised and her backing away slowly. Figuring she won't kill me, I lower my knife and take off in the direction I had been planning to. I don't look back but I can hear her running the other way.

It doesn't take me long before I hear water and, after another ten minutes or so of hunting for the source, I find a creek. It's beautiful, really, and for a moment I let myself forget I'm in the Hunger Games and admire the serenity of the area. It's peaceful with birds chirping in the background, the water running giving a nice, ambient feeling. Even as I fill up my canteen and take a drink by scooping some water up with my hands, I let myself admire. The only thing that brings me back is the sound of the canons.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Only five deaths? So it was a low death count. That scares me. It means the Gamemakers plan to make our time in the arena more difficult than it already is. I ran quite a while until to get to this point and I can hear the arena's force field buzzing in the distance so the arena isn't exactly small. I don't know what their plan is but I make my plan to hide. Now the Careers know exactly how many people are dead they'll want to begin hunting and I don't want to be found. There's a small cove-like area on the edge of the creek that can be hidden by bushes and fallen branches and that's where I think I'll make my home for the rest of the day and, hopefully, the night. I should be fine - I'm at the edge of the arena. Nobody should find me just yet.

Candella Cartwright, District Seven Female, 15 years old

I can't believe I just survived the Bloodbath. I had heard what my mentors said about me in private; they said they doubted that I'd make it out, that I'd be able to make it past the first hour of the Games. Well, here I am. I'm alive and I'm not dead. I ran with the girl from Nine but she took off before I could say anything to her. I didn't want to ally, not really, but it would've been nice to thank her.

I stay near the clearing with the Cornucopia in the centre. Some might see it as stupid but that's the genius of it - no tribute is going to stay close to to the Cornucopia - no tribute with any sense - which is why it's perfect. I'll be able to remain undetected for what I hope is a long time. There's a tree that looks easy to climb and I ascend it. I'm still struggling to climb things but, eventually, I'm able to lodge myself against the trunk of the tree, using a bit of rope to tie my legs to the branch so I don't fall off. Our stylist made mine and Chandler's jackets a brown that matches near perfectly with the colour of the trunk, probably assuming that we'd be jumping from tree to tree.

I take this time to look into my backpack further, beyond the rope that had been hanging off the side. Inside there's packs of dried fruits and nuts with packets of powder that I can only assume you add to drinks to give them flavour. The only problem is, the only water I have is the pathetic amount that's given to me in the backpack. I'm not going to taint it just yet with the powder - what if it's the opposite and they want to tempt me into doing so? I shake my head to myself, replacing the packets inside my backpack bar a packet of dried mangoes, deciding I need to eat something. They appear dry on the outside but, when you bite into it, it softens back up near instantly and it feels like I'm chewing a normal bit of mango.

I look back over at the clearing and see the Careers in a huddle. No doubt they're talking about the low Bloodbath death count and are probably trying to think of ways to make sure the Capitolites don't get too bored too easily. They shouldn't, not at the moment, it's only if we go days without a death. I can hear one of them mentioning the word 'move' over and over again and I think it's clear they don't intend to stay here. Most years you can, given that many tributes fail to get backpacks and eventually need to return to the centre to get supplies but, this year, I think nearly everyone got something so now that need to return is gone. I think this year it'll be very travel intensive. I'll just stay out for as long as I can. If I pull these leaves over me in a certain way then I'm basically invisible - unless you look from above but I doubt any tribute is about to fly anytime soon.

I see the Careers walk off into the woods on the other side of the clearing to me. They're not hanging about - each of them, all eight, have a weapon drawn and ready. That scares me, eight Careers, but two of them have been let in and it seems like a few of them aren't really dedicated to the alliance, judging by what's been seen during the training days. They leave quite a few backpacks scattering across the clearing but they look deflated - are they empty? I can't see into the actual mouth of the Cornucopia itself but I can almost guarantee nothing of use to any other tribute is left. It's clear they don't intend to stay at the Cornucopia which, for starters, will catch every other tribute off guard. Most of them will expect the Careers to make base at the Cornucopia and split up, not moving as a collective.

These Hunger Games will be brutal indeed.

Phantom Spinarid, District Eight Male, 18 years old

I've got a sword and that's all that matters. I don't know if I would if the District Four duo hadn't been fighting but, I do, and that's the main thing. Now I can get to work with finding food and water or, hopefully, I'll come across a tribute who's desperate to ally and I can use them for all their supplies before moving on to the next. I know I need to get food soon. I'm not particularly hungry now but soon it'll kick in and then I'll start looking weaker and then maybe even the smaller tributes might try to take advantage of me. There's only been five deaths too - there's more than five weak tributes in the arena so it'll only be a matter of time before I run into one and I can manipulate them. I just need to be smart with my time.

As I walk the forest gets progressively darker. Granted the sun - or whatever the Gamemakers are calling a sun this year - is beginning to go down slowly but, as I look on, the forest seems to get denser. Maybe this'll be a good place to hide out until the time is right. I'm sure many tributes won't come down here because of mutts. I haven't seen any yet, so I can only assume that I'll be safe here. It's not long before I reach a wall, quite literally, of a noticeably denser forest. I wouldn't say one would have a trouble walking through, but there's an abundance of thin trees lined up close together, enough to make it significantly darker. I'm too busy inspecting the forest to miss the footsteps but the voices bring me straight back to reality. Without a second thought I step into the dense forest, hiding behind a tree.

"There might be mutts in here," A female voice says. You can hear the scepticism in her tone, "I don't think we should go in there."

"You sure?" A male voice replies, "I don't think many tributes would come down here so it's ingenious."

"It gives me the creeps, I say no."

I don't hear a reply so I assume the male simply nods and, when their footsteps are further away, I come out of the forest to see who it was. It's the boy from Ten, Dion, and the girl from Eleven, Ellie. It's an alliance most of us were probably expecting - after speaking together on the first day of training they became nearly inseparable. I'm somewhat glad my first encounter with a tribute is them - now I'll be a lot more attentive and a lot less fuelled with adrenaline. That'll help me when I want to find tributes to take advantage over. I turn back to face the dense forest, looking as high as I can, seeing that the leaves of the trees block out the remaining light near enough entirely, before stepping back in and biding my time.

Buckingham Shine, District One Female, 18 years old

None of us are happy. Not a single one of us. Even the two from Five and Eleven express a sadness but I don't know if they're just acting to stay on our good sides.Five kills? That's embarrassing. That's the lowest Bloodbath death count in years. How's that going to help sponsors? We're losing out all because the Gamemakers decide they want to help the other tributes. Great.

"There's no point staying here," Calamity had said after the canons had gone off, "Everyone's got packs, we might as well move."

There was a unanimous agreement so here we are. The Career Pack. Moving. Most nights the Careers make their base at the Cornucopia established and then split up and hunt but no, we're forced to do it all together. Stellar, the intolerable brat, agrees with us and that's the only thing she's done so far to make me even consider liking her. Other than that? She's a target.

The light levels of the arena bug me. I can't see too far ahead without staring into certain darkness and that makes hunting tributes just a little bit harder. This arena just helps the other tributes and does absolutely nothing to help us, the Careers. There's so many trees I bet the two from Seven are having a field trip, reeling off the names of species as if they're nothing to alliances - if they have any. Neither seemed willing to ally, not that I'm shocked. The forest doesn't seem to end and that frustrates us.

"Does it ever end?" Calloway asks, exasperated.

"Not any time soon," Diamond replies, looking around a little, his spear raised offensively, "Though it's the arena - we could be walking right into a death pit."

"Someone's an optimist," Shelldon says, not bothering to even turn around to face Diamond.

"How many tributes do you think we've passed?" Stellar asks, quick to speak over Shelldon as quickly as possible.

"Probably none," Calamity says, "We would've heard something. Nobody can be completely quiet for too long."

Stellar simply nods and looks around again, probably hoping that she'll be able to find someone hiding but like that'll happen anytime soon. The tributes are far too, unfortunately, smart for that. All the ones who'd expose themselves have died in the Bloodbath - except maybe the girl from Eight and the boy from Three.

Eventually we come to a clearing where, right in the centre, a wood cabin stands with a picnic bench in front of it. Calloway and Brock move forward to investigate it but the clearing looks untouched. I can hear Tesla muttering something about it being a perfect base and I have to agree with him. If it's clear (which it will be, regardless if there's tributes within it) it'll make the perfect base. Who needs the Cornucopia when you can be inside and warm?

There's shouts of delight and two of them rush back out, exclaiming that it's empty. We all cheer, making sure to be as loud and as intimidating as possible before walking in and settling down. There's a main room with two other rooms off shooting from the sides. The boys take one room and myself, Calamity and Stellar take the other. For a moment it's as if we're at a camp. Just, you know, with weapons and the task of killing each other.

We all return to the centre room fairly quickly and, as soon as we're settled, we begin to discuss our plan of action. The sooner we start hunting, the better.

Blake Eden, District Nine Male, 17 years old

It's hard not to hear the Careers - they've been making enough of a noise since they've left the Cornucopia. Whether it's their loud, oblivious footsteps or their annoying cheers as they find a cabin, they've made noise. I know they're the Careers but it's the Hunger Games. You don't want to attract attention to yourself. Clearly they've forgotten the time a few years back where the Career pack got too complacent and loud and were killed by an alliance of Outer District tributes. I don't think that's going to happen this year, but they don't seem to remember and that could be their downfall.

I'm not stalking them per say but rather making a conscious effort to know where they are in the arena. As they walked to the cabin I made sure to hang back a few metres or so just so that, if they did turn around, they wouldn't see me. I followed their noise and the carnage they left in the forest rather than they themselves. When I make it to the clearing a minute or so after them, I make sure to stay behind a densely packed bush, peeking through to see what they're doing.

When they don't come out for a while I think it's safe to say they're discussing their plan for the night. It's not like the Careers to not go hunting on the first night - the night where most other tributes make the biggest mistakes. Perhaps trailing them will be my big mistake.

I might go back to the Cornucopia and get some supplies - not all of the backpacks were empty and most supplies left were deemed by the Careers to be of now value. Stuff like food that isn't quite filling or weak medicine that, when injuries get too much, become useless. I turn around to look at the route we came and, since it's darkening due to the impending nightfall, decide that maybe leaving right now will do me more harm than it will benefits. I have no way to provide a light source and I'm not going to light a fire anytime soon.

I give the cabin one final glance, noticing that the Careers - judging by their silhouettes - are about to embark on their hunt. I make sure to bury myself somewhat in this dip in the ground directly behind the bush and cover myself up with the blanket I got. It's all dark so, to the naked eye who's just passing by, I should look like another piece of the ground. Tomorrow morning I'll go and get the supplies I need.

Victoria Benson, District Five Female, 16 years old

I don't like this arena. It's too easy to get lost. All a tribute needs to do to escape you is run around until you get lost and are unable to find your bearings. Maybe cat and mouse games are what the Capitol is into at the moment. I also don't like the amount of trees. Now I need to be even more conservative with my arrow. I was stupid to fire both of them at Brock but, from what I can tell, none of the Careers can use a bow so the arrows are useless. Maybe I'll return to the Cornucopia tomorrow and retrieve them. I'd feel better with three arrows and not just one.

The majority of the day has been annoying and I'm sort of glad that nightfall is coming down on us. Not glad that it's nightfall and it's becoming closer and closer to complete darkness, but because now the Careers might shut up. The woods seem to echo and every time one of them laughed, shouted something obnoxious or recalled a kill from the Bloodbath, most in the forest can hear it I'm sure.

I come to a clearing and for a moment I think I'm back at the Cornucopia but then I see the unmistakable signs of the Careers - the area around the cabin that lies in the centre is trampled on and clearly they haven't been moving with care. I'm sure if any other alliance had been there it'd be almost undetectable. There's a couple of people on watch and I assume they must be getting ready to mobilise, judging from what I think is a conversation on ways to make sure nobody gets into the Cabin while they're gone. I can see that one of the people is Stellar from Four, annoying as ever, but it takes me a second or two to try and figure out who the taller person standing beside her is. At first I think it's Diamond, but the person is far too tall for that. Then I think it's either Calloway or Brock but the frame doesn't match Calloway's beefiness nor does the skin tone, from over here, resemble Brock's rich brown. Then it hits me. Tesla Mason, my district partner, is allied with the Careers.

I don't feel betrayed, we were never in an alliance, but it still hurts. No, it hurts to see someone I've had encounters with my entire life due to the apothecary ally with people who'll gladly kill me without a second thought. He won't kill me. He made that very clear in his interviews - he can't kill women. That and we have a pact. I don't know if he'll honour that pact but my loyalty to it is quivering. I can't keep it. If I see him and I have the chance, I have to kill him. I didn't make a pact with a Career tribute.

I decide to pace around the clearing to see which way they're likely to go and, obviously, take off in the other direction. The longer I can avoid the Careers the better. Hopefully by then they would've killed each other off and whoever's left will be easy pickings. As I walk I notice that part of the ground appears softer, less firm than the others. When I step on a piece of ground it feels and sounds as if I've stepped on a waterproof material and, although no noise is made, I think it's safe to say I've stepped on a tribute. I don't know who it is, nor do I want to kill them to give away my position, but I move away quickly. They're foolish for staying so close, so unprotected to the Careers. Maybe me walking on them has given them the incentive to move, though I can't dwell on it - if they don't, it's their life that's lost and not mine.

Calamity Haldor, District Two Female, 18 years old

We've decided against going to hunt as one collective. Our Cabin is a goldmine just waiting to be struck by another tribute otherwise. We split ourselves down the middle. Myself, Diamond, Shelldon and Stellar will go hunting whilst Buckingham, Calloway, Brock and Tesla stay at the cabin. It feels reassuring to leave the boys from Five and Eleven with Calloway - I know he'll make sure they don't go too far out of line. He'll do it with brute force, if not, his infectious sense of humour.

It's much darker now and it's harder to see. I guess that's the major thing this year with the arena - light levels. It's bound to get interesting at night then. We decide to retrace the route we came from the Cornucopia - we saw some things there such as a rock shaped suspiciously like a 'C' and other landmarks that'll help us navigate.

"Do you think we should light some torches or something?" Stellar asks as we walk into the forest, weapons armed in case anyone tries to sneak up on us or if we find anyone. "Maybe we'll be able to see then."

Shelldon shakes his head, voice assertive, "No, that'll be a death wish Stellar, do you not watch the Games?"

"I have to agree," I say as I look around, making sure to not miss any shadows in or around the trees, "We might be the Careers but what if someone takes us by behind? How many will they be able to kill before we kill them?"

Stellar pipes down and I think I can hear Diamond saying some stuff to her, probably to make her feel better. I don't take too much notice. I don't think either of them realise that their chances of winning are extremely thin. Plus, Tesla and Brock suit the title of 'Career' much better than they do.

It doesn't take us long to navigate our way back to the clearing with the Cornucopia in it. We pass the landmarks we made mental notes to remember, we pass random animals that we speculate are mutts or not and, near the clearing, we see a lump in a tree. It takes a few different angles from the ground to establish that it's independent from the tree but we're sure that it's something.

"I think we should kill it," Diamond says, raising his spear with the assumption we'll give him the green light, "Might as well kill it regardless?"

It shuffles a little, clearing discomforted at hearing this.

"And if it's a mutt?" Shelldon asks, "It could be a trackerjacker nest for all we know. Don't want to go spearing one of them down, do you?"

Diamond lowers his spear for a moment, sulking, "I guess that's a point."

"I say we come back here tomorrow and if it's still in the tree, we kill it," I say, looking at each of them. Good to know that my body frame and height establishes me as the clear leader - they all listen to me, "Sound good?"

They nod one by one and, once again, we're on our way to the Cornucopia.

Alys Lofric, District Twelve Female, 16 years old

I've stayed close to the Cornucopia. It's been deemed safe ever since the Careers have left. I think I've seen a few tributes in the trees and it's reassuring to know we all have the same idea. What's unnerving is that there's still nineteen of us in the arena - at this point there's an average of thirteen, maybe even less. What makes it worse? Eight of those nineteen are Careers.

The safety of the Cornucopia - a phrase rarely said in the Hunger Games - is destroyed when some of the Careers return. One of the first things they do is search around the perimeters and my plan to sleep in a ditch is foiled, mostly because two of them come directly on my position. I suppose I'm lucky to see it's Calamity and Shelldon, both of whom showed no obvious prowess with long distance weapons in training. When they both peer down to see if I'm a tribute, I grab a handful of dirt and throw it in their faces. They both stumble backwards, obviously not expecting dirt in the face, and make some noises of discomfort. I take this as my time to run, not knowing if the other two Careers have come to join them.

The darkened state of the arena makes it harder to run and I come close to colliding into multiple trees. I can hear a storm of footsteps behind me and I don't dare look back, not for one second. If it was one of them, maybe I'd do my best and do what I know best to convince them not to kill me but there's four of them. I can't attempt district all of them and not expect one of them to bite the bullet and kill me.

I manage to dodge a large majority of the trees before I come to a clearly denser part of the forest. I look behind me, seeing the blades of the Careers' weapons reflecting the moonlight not too far off. That's all it takes for me to hide in the beginnings of the forest. I don't want to venture too deep - who knows what's lurking within. I don't feel completely safe being as far in as I am, which isn't far at all.

It's clear the Careers don't particularly want to face this part of the arena just yet because, after establishing that I've gone into it, they agree to return to the Cornucopia. I hear one of them say "whatever's in there'll kill her, no doubt."

I look behind me, deeper into the forest, and shudder. I feel like I'm being watched - is that just the effect of the cameras or is someone watching me? It's not long before I move back out again, hiding underneath a tree that's a fair distance from the denser forest.

Dion Ouyang, District Ten Male, 16 years old

The woods are oddly peaceful at night. There's ambient sounds that makes it peaceful and something you'd see off the TV from time to time. Ellie and I walk, talking and laughing quietly about stories from our districts. I'm glad we spoke to one another during training - being with someone makes facing the arena a little less hard. We make sure to stick close together - everyone knows the first night is the night where the Careers are the most active and if we stick together we can alert each other quicker and easier.

The problem is, that was all in theory. Now we can hear footsteps circling around us and for a moment we think we've encountered mutts.

"If they're dog mutts," Ellie says, "We could probably kick them away."

A voice mocks her, feigning offence, "Hey! We're not animals."

It doesn't take us long to realise we've been circled by the Careers. Ellie and I give each other a look before booking it in opposite directions. That wasn't part of the plan but it's confused the Careers for a few seconds because they don't move, or at least I can't hear any footsteps other than my own, and they only begin to chase us after frantic shouts and orders.

I don't know who's following me but I don't want to turn around and check. Chances are, if I did that, I'd run into a tree and then they'd definitely catch up to me. Whoever they are, they're definitely not the fastest like me. I suppose the odds are in my favour in that sense.

I come to a large body of water and I'm half tempted to jump into it and hide there but I think I saw the pair from Four - if one of them is following me then I'll be dead within seconds. I look about and see that the edge of the water is lined with a large number of bushes. I don't have much time. I can hear the thundering of footsteps getting closer and closer.

I choose to hide behind a substantial looking bush and wait. I can hear the footsteps stop and it's clear they've reached my area.

"You go that way around," A voice hisses, "He can't have gone far."

I don't dare peek in case I give away my location. I need to think fast. If they don't have any obvious indication to my whereabouts then they'll look high and low and then they'll be sure to find me. I pick up some stones, throwing them as far as I can to my left, making it seem as if I've taken off back into the woods. It seems to work because they both run in that direction and, soon enough, the area is quiet bar for my sharp inhales. It's only when they're gone do I realise they've made me become on my own, kaing the Games harder for me.

If this is what the first night has in store then I don't want to know what I'll be up against.

Diamond Gold, District One Male, 15 years old

Shelldon and I are beyond annoyed that we couldn't catch the boy from Ten. We saw him go to the lake and we heard him leave. We followed him and where did we end up? The Cornucopia, bloodless. The girls seemed to have similar luck because they return too, both clearly annoyed.

"They're too sneaky," Calamity had said to us as we settled back at the Cornucopia, mutually deciding that maybe we should wait out here and hunt when we can see better, "They'll be tricky ones."

What makes it worse is that they're Outer Districts. If it was a kid from Three or Five I'd be a little less annoyed but an Outer District kid? That's embarrassing, especially for a Career. Four Careers couldn't take down two Outer District kids. I can hear my mentors groaning.

We all decide that clearly hunting at night isn't working out for us and call it quits for the rest of the day. Of course, our conversation turns to the girl from Twelve, Alys, who we chased.

"Did you see her face?" Stellar says in between giggles, "Oh god it was priceless!"

"I bet the others would've killed to see it," I agree, nodding.

Shelldon's a bit more serious and simply looks over at us, partaking in the laughter here and there but that's the extent of his conversation.

"Shame we couldn't get her though," Calamity chimes in, bringing the mood down a little.

"Maybe not..." Stellar says, mood deflating but picking back up near enough instantly, "But now she'll be even more scared of us, making her face when we kill her even better!"

Calamity laughs a little, looking down at the ground. It's not been a good night for us - we're all a little underwhelmed. We agree to have two sleep while the other two keep guard. Naturally, being older, Shelldon and Calamity sleep first and it's myself and Stellar who guard the mouth of the Cornucopia first.

"I say we kill them now and go," Stellar whispers to me as she looks around the edge of the clearing, "We can just say that the boy from Ten got lucky."

I shake my head, "You think they'd believe us? Calloway'll kill us for even letting Calamity die."

Stellar huffs and rolls her eyes, "I say we leave when there's only six Careers left. Deal?"

I look at her, nodding, "Deal."

Calloway Haldor, District Two Male, 18 years old

We've decided to take it in turns to patrol the outside of the cabin. It's a lot colder outside so it's only fair if we rotate it and stay as warm as we can. Tesla and Brock start the patrol. Buckingham had worries that they'd kill us but I reminded her that there's plenty of deadly tributes out there. If we don't kill them, one of them will. Besides, the other four would come crashing down on them like a ton of bricks. I'm not worried about them - they have to prove their place. Though, not that I'm making it known obviously, I'd rather them than Diamond and Stellar. The latter two are just liabilities waiting to happen. I wouldn't be surprise if the first Career death is attributed to one of their's bold mistakes.

The anthem plays and myself and Buckingham come outside to see who's died, ready to make our comments about them. The seal shows and I can hear the groans from Tesla and Brock. Typical non-Careers.

The first face to show up is Kumple's and none of us hide our laughter - especially Buckingham.

"At least he won't annoy us anymore," She says with a victorious grin, "He's gone and out of it!"

Myself, Brock and Tesla nod in agreement and wait to see who comes up next. We know there's only five but we don't know who, bar a few guesses here and there. Who knows what happened amongst the other tributes after they all took off?

Kaiya's face comes up next and I can feel how deflated District Six must feel. Not that many deaths but both of their tributes are dead? I can only imagine the disappointment of their escort. There's not much to say about her, other than she was a lot more bearable than Kumple was.

The Seven male, Chandler, comes up next and we're all a little taken aback, besides me of course. He wanted the backpack that was rightfully mine and he paid the price.

"I thought he would've lasted a little longer," Brock comments, looking up at the sky.

Tesla nods in agreement, "Same. He seemed like he'd have a better chance than his partner."

Buckingham and I hum in agreement. Three down, two to go.

Illea comes up next and we sort of feel bad for her. She was talking about her condition in her interview, explaining that it made learning about camouflage hard for her. Of course the sympathy only goes so far because she was, at the end of the day, a threat due to her posture. Both Ten tributes are bulky this year. I can only imagine that if they did manage to ally together than they'd be a force to be reckoned with.

The final face to appear is that of the District Twelve male, Cadin. He was a rather...plain tribute and none of us can say any words other than noting that those are the five who're dead and agreeing that we need to go tribute hunting as soon as possible.

How brutal do the Gamemakers intend to make these Games?

Delta Mono, District Three Female, 17 years old

After the death sequence Bobbin, Melvin and I choose to wander around a little longer to try and find the safest place to camp out for the night. I'm glad I've allied with Bobbin and Melvin - they're the youngest two in the arena and I can't help but feel motherly towards them. I want to protect them. They don't deserve this. I was protected when I had to face the world on my own so the least I can do is protect them as they have to face the arena. I can't help but wonder though; will they hinder me? Will I die because of them? I'm not letting this get to me, they don't deserve that, but I'd be lying if I said the thought didn't cross my mind.

None of us particularly like the arena and we all make the mutual decision to not venture into the dark, dense forest. Instead, we choose to sleep outside it in a ditch, covering ourselves with leaves that strategically cover us.

It isn't long before Bobbin's tapping my side hurriedly.

"What is it?" I ask, moving to I can see her face. I notice that she looks terrified.

"I think I see someone on the edge of the forest," She whispers, voice trembling, "I think it's Phantom..."

All three of us, Melvin having woken up in the midst of us talking, look up slightly, searching what little of the forest we can see. I think I see something move and I wouldn't be lying if I said I thought it's looking at is, but I'm also positive it's just my imagination playing tricks on me. I decide that we're safe. Whatever - or whoever - it is clearly isn't in the position to attack us because, if it was, we would've been attacked by now.

"Shh, it's just your imagination," I coo, running my hand through her hair a few times, "The best thing we can do is sleep. If it is him, we'll take him down."

Bobbin still looks scared but she shuffles in close, wrapping her arms loosely around my waist and, in return, I wrap her with my arm. Melvin doesn't do the same but he shuffles closer anyway, just to feel a little more protected.

I don't know what the arena has in store for us, but I've decided I'll protect these two for as long as I can.

And that's Day One over! Usually chapters will split into Day and Night, but for this one I decided to accumulate it!

There's a load of POVs but that's because of the reason above!

I wanted to get this out sooner, but I just didn't have the time, but here we are! Hopefully Day Two will be out sooner!

As always, reviews make me happy~!

- Oli