Petro might do more damage being an ally than an enemy. She eats most of my food and drinks most of the water, though she has volunteered to venture off to go get water from a small pond she knows of. She goes through my supplies without asking which gets on my nerves more than it should. Then she continues to criticize how I placed the tent and says we should take it down and go to the cliff face and find a ledge where we can sleep. I think our cave set up is fine. The medical gel did its work and mostly healed her wounds, enough that she is able to manage it. She does also help my broken nose but she did cause it when she hit me with the chunk of wood.

"The Capitol is probably in an uproar that you ruined my face," I joke with her as she cleans the wound.

"Oh yeah, forgot how desirable you are," Petro doesn't even crack a smile. She is careful as she snaps the nose back in place with makes me flinch in pain. She orders me not to move and uses the medical kit to dress the small cut on the side of the nose. I thank her, she just hands me the kit.

Petro also seems to have knowledge on animals. Whether this was picked up in the training at the Capitol or not is unknown to me but it is helpful. Two of the snares catch mouse-like creatures with long snouts and she orders me to throw them away cause they are poisonous. I feel like a child being told what to do by her all the time but I don't argue. I know she is a survivor and I plan to just piggy back that skill for as long as we are allies. I'm sure Clauria would love Petro. They would get along famously.

The sun sets and no deaths today. I'm worried that the audience might start to get bored since there hasn't been a death for so long. Or maybe Petro's and I's constant bickering and unsteady alliance are enough to keep the audience busy, at least for now. Maybe the gamemakers will target the careers since they seem to spend most their time laying at the cornucopia and Petro and I are bringing some kind of entertainment. If you win the audience over then you don't have to worry about the gamemakers tricks, usually. The people would rather see someone they don't care for be chased by fire or mutts rather than a tribute that they adore. I guess that is like the game within the game, to win the audience over.

Petro takes the sleeping bag for herself so I end up using the tarp as a blanket. We do alternate between sleeping and watching for the careers. I expect Petro to wake me up early for my shift so she ca get more sleep but to my surprise, she doesn't. Morning comes and we get whatever got trapped in our snares and clean them. I make a fire and we cook the animal meat and have a good breakfast.

"Why haven't you eaten?" I ask.

"Because I don't know what is edible," Petro says almost like it was an obvious conclusion, "I seen the male from 11 harvesting fruit. He was throwing berries and other fruit away after looking them over so thought most the stuff was poison."

"Is that how he died?" I ask. I remember his cannon, it scared me so bad I almost dropped into the ocean and got eaten by sharks.

"No, one of the careers got him," She says.

We finish breakfast and I take her out to the jungle and show her what I know. The berries that Vicuna showed me are edible along with the avocados. We even find bananas and grab some of them. We are walking back to the beach when she says it.

"Thank you," Petro mumbles.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I smile. I feel like she and I have more of a sibling relationship. Her being this young girl who thinks she is much older and acts superior well I'm the older brother that just pokes fun at her all the time.

"You heard it," Petro grumbles.

"Yes but I don't think Panem heard it," I say, "Once more for the cameras."

"If they didn't hear it then guess it sucks to be them," She says and walks faster.

I rush up beside her, wrapping my arm around her and squeezing her, her face be shoved into my side. She mutters what I can only imagine would be a surprising vocabulary for someone so young but it isn't audible since I hold her face in my side. She hits me with her fists but she is much weaker, especially now since she has starved for so long.

"Sorry," I laugh, "What was that? I can't hear you."

She suddenly bites my side and I let out a yelp as I let her go. She slaps the side of my face. She is obviously not too pleased with me. From the look on her face, I wonder if she knew I was playing around.

"I said, You better behave yourself or I'm going to have to break your nose again." She gives a raise of her head like she is better, then a grin, and she turns back to the beach.

"You couldn't even reach my nose," I say as I follow her out of the jungle onto the beach. "What are you like four foot nothing?"

She doesn't respond back. I look at her and she stands on the beach staring at something, a parachute. The silver object shines brightly in the sun and holds a canister. It stops beeping as we enter its area. Why is she just staring at it? I have grown used to the parachutes now but has she even gotten one? She looks at it like it is the win right there, just feet away. But then her expression goes from amazement to hatred.

"It's probably for you," she snaps and then storms off into the cave, not wanting to bare witness to gift inside.

I watch as she enters the cave and then approach the silver parachute. I open it and see the note. "Keep up the good work! - Caliper." Suddenly my heart sinks cause I know it is my gift. If it was for Petro Fascia would be the one who got to write the note, not Caliper. I look at the gift and see the bread with soup. I don't want this. I glance back at the cave, seeing Petro curled up in the tent.

I crumple the note, tossing it into the ocean before closing the canister. I save the parachute since I feel like Petro can find some way to use it. She might be able to make one of the traps that Vicuna so easily designed. Petro definitely has the smarts for it and patience. I plop the parachute in the cave and then crawl into the tent.

"It's for you," I say like I am disappointed to try and sell the lie.

"What?" Petro looks shocked.

"the note, it's from Fascia not Caliper so it's yours." I set the gift beside her. I don't care if this hurts my sponsor flow. Petro was obviously distraught about never getting a sponsor so I feel like giving her a little hope will be better than anything the sponsors can send.

She quickly opens it and finds the soup and bread and the brightest smile appears on her face. I can't help but grin at the sight of it. She doesn't hesitate and digs right in. Ripping off chunks of the bread and dipping it in the soup. She offers me some too but I shake my head. She needs the food more than I do.

I get up and say I will check the snares but that too is a lie. I just want to evacuate the area as quickly as possible since I know when the hype of getting the gift is over she will be wondering where the note went to. I'd rather leave and have her think she misplaced it somewhere rather than asking me questions. She doesn't argue about checking the snares, too happy about her gift. I walk into the jungle, not bothering to get close to the snares since it was only just recently that we grabbed what animals had gotten caught in them.

Instead, I wonder around the jungle. I gather some avocados. Tomorrow morning I will bring Petro here to gather the ones on thinner branches since she will be able to gather them without risk. I pack the avocados I got in my pockets.

I notice something, the trees shaking, the leaves rattling. But there is no wind. I glance around, expecting a mutt to break through the jungle and charge at me but suddenly the ground moves. It sounds like an explosion has just gone off and the ground shakes so violently I can't stand. I drop onto my hands and knees and scurry to the base of a tree. My head begins to hurt and I get dizzy so I grasp the tree and close my eyes, holding it as hard as I can. There is a cracking sound and I'm jerked to the left but I keep my eyes slammed shut, gripping onto the tree which now I can feel is leaning to the left. I feel as if a larger animal has me in its jaws and begins to shake the life out of me. The ground sounds as if it itself is screaming in terror as trees crash together.

I am thrown off the tree. I try to get to my feet but the force throws me into a different tree, one that has already fallen. I lay flat against it and keep my eyes closed, hearing something heavy smash into the ground beside me. My breath is thickened with dirt and dust and I begin to cough so heavily I might vomit. I try to suck in a breath but am only meant with more dirt, more dust, even a leaf finds its way into my mouth. Something else heavy smashes by my feet but I roll onto my stomach and begin to vomit. It burns but my mouth no longer is left dry. I want to get up and run, to escape this sudden hell, but there is no way I'd be able to stand let alone run. I feel my body tensing up to try and force more bile from my body but nothing comes up. I begin to crawl along the tree that has fallen, hoping to find some protection from the airborne dirt in the leaves. I feel the leaves moving against my face and suddenly the shaking has stopped.

I open my eyes but everything is spinning, I'm too dizzy to work my way to my feet. I lay on the ground for a few minutes until the feeling goes away and then carefully I open my eyes. I am met with destruction. Numerous trees have been unrooted and lay on the ground or on top of one another. There is a cloud of dirt and dust in the air which burns at my eyes and lungs, I can't see more than a few feet in front of me. Did the gamemakers send in explosions to scare us closer to the others? What happened? I'm dazed, confused, and feel like I am about to vomit again. I stumble to a tree that is still upright and lean against it. I brush my hand against my face and feel a thick layer of grime. I try to take another step but I am wobbly and have to grab another tree. That's when I remember Petro.

"Petro!?" I scream. But my throat burns at raising my voice and I end up being attacked with coughs. It takes me awhile to get my breath back and I stumble forward again but this time I drop onto my knees. I look back to see the ground has cracked. I crawl on my hands and knees until I reach the beach. I use a tree to help me to my feet then I stumble out into the opening of the beach.

A few trees lay on the sand which seems untouched by the shaking. The cliff on the side of the beach has broken and half of it lays in a pile of rocks and boulders. I glance to the cave and see it is still standing but a pile of boulders blocks the entrance. Petro is sealed inside.