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Recommended Listening: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears

Osso Torya, District 1

"All right, who's staying behind to watch our supplies?" I finally start, taking one last swig of water before closing my canteen. The other Careers look at each other, avoiding my gaze so I won't pick them.

"Come on, we're all going to end up having a turn," I add.

There's another moment of hesitation before Sheen mutters that he'll do it. I watch as he walks to the Cornucopia unenergetically and leans against a shaded spot.

Sheen's getting more suspicious by the day, but he knows it would be worse for him to leave us. He came back from snooping around last night, after all. And he's done enough travelling for one day. I can tell he's tired. I'm not too worried about him taking a nap, at least. As for running off again... We'll just have to see if he's still smart enough to keep hold of the resources he has.

"All right, everyone. Let's get going, then," I say, looking around the circle of sand for a moment before deciding we haven't gone north in a while.

"Yeah," Ilber says bluntly. "And make sure you don't touch his freaking toilet paper while we're gone, Sheen. He couldn't survive without it." The Seven glares at me.

I sigh inaudibly, turning my back to him as I head for the jungle.

"Really, though, would it have killed you to let us have some?" Journs starts as the others begin to follow me.

"And then what? Someone runs out of his or hers and tries to take someone else's, and we just have more fighting on our hands," I respond without turning around. "I think this group is strained enough."

"Yes, because you're being such a twit!" Ax grumbles.

Ilber jumps at this. "Yeah, if you wanted us to stop fighting, you wouldn't be hoarding all our good stuff or wasting our water on getting clean or just being an idiot in general."

I consider telling him I wasn't cleansing myself of dirt but a brush with a plant that alarmingly irritated my skin. But he wouldn't really care, anyway, would he? He just wants a reason to complain about me.

"Except I guess you can't help that last part," Ilber goes on. "I guess some of you are just born that way. Of course, born idiots shouldn't lead a group of toddlers, let alone Careers, but, y'know." I can feel his scowl.

"Don't threaten my leadership," I respond calmly, resting my hand on my sword hilt.

"I don't have to. You're screwing it up enough yourself."

"Mmm-hmm," one of the girls agrees.

"Oh, will you stop complaining?" Magya puts in, finally entering the conversation. "You're a fool if you think we could just switch leaders peacefully, and we're all doomed if we don't have a leader of some sort. Admittedly, Osso should change some things about his lifestyle—" she looks at me pointedly—"but otherwise, he's doing decently. He has the most kills, along with me, and none of us have gotten killed other than in a freak accident. So keep your grumbling to yourself, and let's stay quiet so we can find some other tributes, hm?"

She starts walking again without waiting for a response, overtaking me for a moment before I get going, too. I give her a nod of thanks, and she nods back.

Tina Sinki, District 9

An ally starts nudging my shoulder, and, feeling like I've only just fallen asleep, I begrudgingly blink my eyes open. I recognise the thin hand on my shoulder before I see Sui's face. Stretching my shoulders back, I sit up in our tree and prepare to go down a set of branches to take watch.

"H'ng 'n."

I pause, looking confusedly over at Sui, who hasn't started to climb over to her sleeping spot. She hesitates for a second, looking over at Den, who's fast asleep. She exhales and looks back at me.

"I'm l'v'ng."

"Leaving?" I echo, glancing over at Den as if my whisper would have woken him. "What...?"

"We h've g'd r's'n n't t' tr'st h'm. We sh'dn't st'y w'th s'me'ne we d'n't tr'st."

"Oh... Okay..." I look back at Den nervously. I can't say I trust him anymore. He's gotten us food, and I feel like he'd protect us from other people, but... I could just see him turning on us any minute. And it's the Hunger Games. People do that.

By the time I look back at Sui, her head has almost disappeared under the leaves. I think she's going whether I come with her or not. I don't blame her.

I start to climb down, but I end up looking back at Den. He's still asleep, but the hatchet is tied to his belt loop, and the handle's tucked under him. We can't get that away from him. Maybe Sui already tried.

I hesitate one last second, and Sui drops to the ground.

Swallowing hard, I climb down and join her.

Sheen Sehre, District 2

If I don't find her this time, I'm done for. This is dangerous. Osso's already suspicious, but at least I didn't take anything. I'll be going back whatever happens—I'm not stupid enough to not use what the Gamemakers have given us—so there's no reason to make myself more suspicious.

Above all, I have to hurry. I won't have much of an excuse if the others get back before I do. But that's all right. I think Osso's onto me, anyway. He doesn't seem to mind, so he shouldn't hurt me if I'm back late. He won't be happy about me stealing supplies, but when I find Feli, I won't be going back to the Cornucopia a second time, anyway.

I just have to hurry. I just have to hurry, and I'll find her. And everything is going to be all right. I just have to hurry.

I try to pick up my pace, but I only end up stumbling.

I'm too tired... It's too hot... I really shouldn't be doing this right now. But I have to. Feli's out there waiting, and anything could happen to her at any time if I'm not there to protect her.

I just have to hurry. I'm stumbling around, dehydrated, and overheated, but I just have to hurry.

Plutonia Agnelli, District 10

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Shiran, knee-deep in the saltwater, tries to wave me over.

"No, it won't!" I back up, my feet now starting to breach the surface. "I can't swim!"

"Well, I'll teach you! And it's not like you'll drown—the water's too shallow."

"Shiran, don't say that!" I moan, covering my ears. "Now the Gamemakers are going to make me drown just to show you up!"

"What? No, they wouldn't!" Shiran objects. "I mean, drowning us would be boring, wouldn't it?"

"But then they'll lead someone over here and make them drown us," I whimper.

"Plutonia, they're not going to—"

"This is just a bad idea!"

Shiran sighs, splashing around for a second before wading a little deeper. "Fine, we won't. But it would have been fun."

"Not if I drowned," I mumble, timidly stepping one more pace into the water. My feet are submerged again.

"No, but you wouldn't have," he mutters, sort of talking to himself just to have the last word.

You can't say that, Shiran. I don't even know how we're still alive now. We've gotten some donations, so we're at least not starving, but there haven't been cannons in a while. The Gamemakers aren't going to be happy. And here we are, just splashing around, and Shiran's even having fun swimming! It's like spitting in their faces. We shouldn't be doing this, oh, we shouldn't be doing this.

But I can't just tell Shiran to stop having fun. When he's not distracting himself, he always ends up looking on the other side of the river, at the sandy beach. It makes him think of his brother. And that just makes him so miserable I can't stand it.

There's just no way to win here. And it's driving me crazy.