I don't feel like sleeping so I sit in front of the TV with my dad. The cameras are focused on three tributes on the islands that Kailey and her allies were on before. The tributes are the girl from 6, the girl from 9, and the boy from 10. They are heavily loaded with supplies and weapons. A deadly combination.
"The final 10." Dad says quietly.
"Things are getting tense now," I mutter. "I'm worried. What are the odds of her getting out alive?"
"One to nine." Dad responds.
"Not enough," I sigh.
Skye, Jeff, and Marilyn are arguing about something.
"You're just going to stand here and let everyone see us?" Marilyn screams. "We need to hide!"
"Yeah, okay. And where are we going to hide?" Jeff challenges.
Marilyn searches for an answer.
Skye rolls her eyes. "Exactly. Let's just stay here."
The cameras move to Brooke, the girl from 8. She's hiking through the desert, searching for somewhere to stay. Maybe more allies to betray.
She's smart. She's killed a majority of the tributes. She has a good chance of winning. Even if she's only fourteen.
Ten tributes. And Kailey's the youngest now.
Dad straightens suddenly. "Kailey's on!"
I look at the screen. Abby and Tyler are arguing, and Kailey's trying to lead them to the tree. Tyler seems so sure that there are neon things in the distance, but Abby and Kailey can't see them.
Finally they reach the tree and they settle in, Tyler still worrying about the neon things.
"What's that?" Dad asks anxiously.
"What?" I ask.
Dad points at the screen.
I squint. Through the trees, I see specks. Specks of neon red.
Tyler sees them too.
Dad jumps up. "Kembrith, go wake your mother and sister!"
I dart for the bedroom.
...
Dun dun dun! What are they?
