Lilac Suede, District 8

"Please, wake up." I shake Treuse to no avail. We managed to escape the tracker jackers, but Treuse was stung multiple times in the process. I pulled out all the stingers I could find, but the venom has taken over. My heart is hurting for him.

"Please, don't leave me." A tear falls from my face onto his body. If a Career attacked me right now, I couldn't fight back. They'd kill both of us and that would be the end of District Eight.

I prop him up against a tree. We managed to get back to the main lake of the arena, which is both a blessing and a curse. Here I am able to stay hydrated and keep Treuse hydrated, but I presume a Career is lurking in the area.

I wish I knew more about tracker jacker venom. How long will he be like this? Will he recover? Will there be permanent damages?

If the roles were swapped, Treuse would know exactly what to do. He would care for me until I recover. At this rate, I'm just killing him quicker.

I go to the lake and wash my face, my hands shaking. I take a deep breath in, and out. I close my eyes and calm down. He's going to be okay. We're going to be okay. Stay alert, stay attentive, do not make any mistakes.

I cover him up the best I can with leaves and sticks. It's not great work, but it makes me feel better. And it gives me something to do.

I sit near him with our supplies, eating some food but leaving him some as well. I keep my knife in my hand to be ready for an attack. We're going to get through this, Treuse. I promise.

Freddie Cloud, District 10

I received body armor from a sponsor the other day. While I feel safe wearing it, it's restrictive. No matter, it's going to help me and for that I'm very thankful.

Throughout my search in the arena, I have yet to come across another tribute. Last night's anthem showed that the Careers have broken up. Two are left, along with a few others like me. I may actually have a chance at winning this thing.

That's when I hear the voice of Calix Agnes projecting. It makes my heart jump, but I calm as soon as I put two and two together.

"Good morning, tributes. I would like to invite you to a feast today, at noon, at the cornucopia. The feast will be full of goods, decadent food, weapons you've only dreamed of. There will be plenty for every single one of you, plus more. Good luck." Her voice fades away and I register the announcement. A feast?

I sit down and drink some water, deciding my best course of action. The safest option is to not go, avoid conflict. But could there be something that would help me win? Help me take down Phoenix?

I think about my three fallen allies and wonder what they would say. They'd probably tell me what my gut is, to avoid it. But that's easier said than done. I have until noon to decide, at least.

Crystal Clearwater, District 1

A feast, a perfect opportunity to gather up on supplies and take out a few competitors. I know Phoenix will go, he's too determined not too. I bet Gemma will be lurking, waiting for the action to die down before rushing in. I don't expect the outliers to make an appearance, but if they do I won't hesitate in killing them.

I climb up the mountain and take my stance at the edge. I wonder how many tributes are doing the same as me. I bet I could find a few and kill them now, before the feast starts. But I decide against it.

I snack on some of my remaining food, coming up with a plan. I run through all the possibilities in my head, planning out my escape routes if things turn sour. If I can kill Phoenix, well, I bet no one would complain.

I think I see movement directly across from where I'm stationed. One other person has decided to show up. I wonder who it could be.

Lucia Starlet, District 9

A feast sounds like a perfect opportunity to get my hands on what I've been craving most, a blowdart. I was able to concoct a little bit of poison with some new berries I came across, but if the Capitol offers me deadlier poison, that would be even better.

I plan to go after every one else leaves. If there is as much stuff as they say there will be, then surly there will be leftovers. I doubt every tribute will go to the feast, and it's a guarantee not everyone will come out alive. I just have to wait until the right moment to go in.

I start my trek back to the cornucopia and find the mountain relatively quickly. I pause to listen for any tribute, but hear nothing. I climb slowly up the mountain and take a peak over the edge. I see the girl from Four in the center of the cornucopia, packing her bags. She gathers her things and slowly jogs to the side of the mountain and climbs down a little. She doesn't want to be in the center of the action either. I respect that.

Now we wait for the hovercraft to deliver us presents.

Most of you guessed there was a feast coming, and you were right! I know this chapter is short, but the next one half of the tributes die, so it's worth it ;)