I wake up again, once again in unfamiliar surroundings. Rock everywhere, and a transparent wall with droplets of moisture. I'm in the cave. I try to get up, and my whole body hurts. I notice Wren a few feet from me and he bids me good morning.
It's not a good morning; I'm in the Games. At least I'm alive. But I'm not the optimistic kind. I slowly get up, forcing my rusty joints to move. I go examine my makeshift door. It stayed put, and kept out the snow. I realize I have no idea what tributes are left.
"Wren?" I call out.
"What?"
"I missed the recaps of the deaths."
"I think you were a little busy freezing," he jokes.
"So, who's left?" I ask.
"There were ten deaths at the Cornucopia. Four, Nine, Ten and Eleven were obliterated. And the boy from Three, and the girl from Five."
"So… We still have One, Two, the girl from Three, the boy from Five and the Eights?"
Wren doesn't answer. I admit it's not looking good for us. For me. We can't both win. I take out what little food I have left. A bit of the dried meat and some dried fruit. My water is practically done.
"We need to get food and water," I say.
"The Careers are still out there," Wren replies worriedly.
"I'm going. You do whatever you want."
"Fine, I'll go. I wouldn't want to leave you alone with the Careers."
"Please, I can take care of myself."
"If that were true, you'd still be in that tree."
I don't answer. He's got me there. I split the remainder of my dried food into two even piles and give Wren half. I select a nice knife, and put on one of the jackets. I'm not sure who's it was originally. Still chewing, I open the plastic covering and step outside.