I wrote Spencer's POV... and forgot to paste it in when I posted the chapter. Fail. Here it is, finally.

Spencer POV

I didn't grab a single thing from the Bloodbath. It was a mess of Tributes fighting and dying and I wanted no part of it. I scurried up a tree and made my way through the branches. None of the other Tributes seemed to notice me, which was fine.

I was thirsty right away, even though I'd been careful to drink before I got in the tube. I was surrounded by water, but it didn't look very clean. I dipped my finger into the cleanest area I could find and cautiously licked it. It tasted all right. I scooped up a handful and drank it. It was better than dying of thirst, but I'd find another source as soon as I could.

My next priority was food. I dropped to the ground- I wasn't sure about the strength of the branches anyway. I heard frogs croaking, but I had no way to catch them. Even if I did, I couldn't cook them. There were scattered plants, but I didn't know which were poisonous. Even if I found a strawberry plant, the Gamemakers might have poisoned it.

I saw something splash and whipped my head toward the ripples. It was just a frog- a big, fat bullfrog. I looked at him, and he stared back at me.

That is nasty. But what are you gonna do?

I leapt forward and pinned the frog to the mud with one hand.

"Sorry," I said to it as I picked it up and smacked it against a tree trunk. It sure looked dead after that. But how was I going to cook it?

I grabbed a limp leg and twisted it. My stomach lurched as it popped off with a wet snap. I looked at the skinny leg and tried not to gag. I brought it to my mouth and sniffed it. It smelled like dead frog.

Can you even eat raw meat? Will it kill you or something? I thought. It was clear I'd have to be pretty hungry.

I thought of the ways people preserved meat. You could cook it like a civilized person, or you could freeze it for later or pack it in salt. The only way I could possibly do it was to dry it.

I climbed as high as I could into a tree and reached a spot where sunlight poked through. I reared back my arm and smashed the frog into a thin branch. It stuck there like a gross trophy. I stuck the leg next to it and bedded down within the tree's roots. With any luck it would be dry by tomorrow, and maybe I'd be hungry enough.