A/N - Sorry it took so long, this one came to me in the middle of the night. All thanks goes straight to Ms. Collins and the wonderful characters she created.

KPOV

I don't trust it. That thing came at us too easily and someone had to be after it too. I string another bow, taking note that Peeta is watching me carefully. He's seen me hunt; he knows that I'm in that mode right now. Peeta puts his hand up in the air, telling everyone in our group to be quiet. I look to my right and left, being careful of where I step, knowing he's behind me with his spear and probably a knife ready to go. I know Peeta would do anything to protect me, but he needs to be my backup in this situation. It takes all of thirty seconds later to hear the heavy footsteps of someone coming from the direction of the pig. I turn, arrow at the ready to shoot whoever comes through those bushes.

Out comes a man from District 9, whose name I don't remember but I do know that he killed the other tributes by making poisonous darts in his set of Games. He stops the second he sees us, with Tristan from District 6 slamming into his back.

The arrow is already in 9's heart when Tristan is trying to ask him why he's stopped. Finnick is quick to drop the pig, but it's surprisingly Peeta who kills him with a knife in his side. As I look down at their bodies, I can't figure out why neither of them had any weapons with them, they were chasing a huge pig, what did they think they would do with it when they caught it? I look at Peeta, who is visibly shaken and putting down my bow arm, go to him. The canon's boom makes him jump.

"Peeta, are you okay?" I ask him carefully, quietly. His blue eyes are filling with pools of tears, waiting to fall. "Peeta?"

He shakes his head, "I'm fine. It had to be done, I'm fine."

When I go to put a hand on his shoulder, he shakes it off the first time, but not the second and I put my arms around him. "We knew we would have to kill people, Peeta."

He wraps his arms around me, "I know….I just wasn't expecting to do it so quickly this time around for some reason."

Finnick slaps him on the back, the pig up on his shoulders again. "Listen man, we all hate to do it, well, most of us, but we have to. How else are we going to get out of here?"

Mags mumbles something that I don't catch and Annie nods head. I don't catch it and I don't care right now. I know we need to get Peeta away from these bodies first. I unwrap myself from him and take his hand. "C'mon Peeta, let's go find the river and see if we can't cook us up some pig."

He gives me a weak smile and nods his head. "I think you better take the lead again. I'll stay in back though; keep an eye out from there."

"Nah man, stay up front with her. I think that if anyone else heard this pig, they'll either be coming for it or running the other way, knowing someone else killed it." Finnick explains, "Besides, my hands are full and she'll need you as her backup."

Peeta nods, apparently not minding taking directions from Finnick. This is going somewhat well, this alliance. It'll be a shame when it has to end.

The rest of the walk to the river is quiet, no interruptions from animals or humans. Mags does a little mumbling to Annie, but they keep their voices low. Most of the noise comes from everyone's footfalls. I'm the only one walking slowly enough to keep the leaves from crunching too loudly beneath me and no one is bothering to keep suit, though Peeta is trying. I make them stop once more so I can climb up a tree and make sure we are still going in the right direction. For whatever reason, the river seems to have gotten farther away. When I hit the mossy ground again, I tell them,

"It shouldn't have taken us this long to get there; we're going the right way. But the thing is it looks farther out now than it did before."

Annie shakes her head, "They changed it, I know they did, they want us to die out here!"

She practically shrieks the last word and Finnick drops the pig to take hold of her. He has a blood stain from the nasty thing on his shoulder, but it doesn't stop him from consoling her, rubbing her hair back. "Annie, it'll be fine, look how lush this forest is. We'll figure it out."

I take another look at the trees themselves; they are very green and very much healthy looking. I start to dig at the roots, see how deep they go before revealing their source. Peeta kneels down next to me, "You think the river comes this far in, don't you?"

"Maybe not the river, but enough water to make these trees so big. Not much can survive without water, even the desert area has to have a source of some kind. I just don't know how far down we would have to dig in order to find it." I explain to him and all of a sudden, I hear it. Something hit its way down to us. I look up and see the small white parachute with its silver tin hanging from it. Peeta stands up and grabs it, opening it quickly.

He pulls out a metal spout looking thing. Holding it up for everyone to see, he asks, "What is this?"

I take it in my hand, turning it over and over. It seems so familiar, why does it seem so familiar? I've seen it before; I know I have, but when and where? I close my eyes, trying to remember. And then it comes to me but I can't remember the name of it just yet. "We used this to get syrup from the trees!"

"What?" Both Finnick and Peeta ask at the same time.

"My father had these things. You drill a hole into the tree and put this in; the syrup would come out, like water from a faucet. That's what this is! That's what it's used for which means that we can get water from these trees!" Haymitch always knows what to send and when to send them. He would be working with District 4's mentors to get more sponsors for all of us. Wait, we're the only ones we even had mentors, so who would he be working with and does that mean that no one else in these Games will get parachutes? That alone could ensure our survival. "If Haymitch is the only actual mentor out there, who would send you guys anything?"

Finnick looks at me, "Well, our escorts. Every District has them; they stay with us in the apartments regardless. None of us would need mentors since we were all mentors anyway."

"So, Haymitch would be working with all the escorts from the Districts?" I ask. I need to know just how much more advantage we would have.

"He worked with Effie all the time, right?" Finnick asks, as he and Peeta strip off some of the leaves from the nearest tree and find a spot to start drilling. "Why does it matter?"

I shake my head, "Just wondering, because that means we have one more person working for us than everyone else, right?"

Peeta answers this time as Finnick starts to knock a knife with a large rock into the tree, "Yeah, so?"

"Well, that means that we have the advantage, right?" Everyone looks at me, Mags with a toothless smile and Annie with a weird grin on her pretty face.

"You mean we may come out of this better fed?" Peeta questions with a crooked smile. He's probably thinking about how we got the broth and the stew when we were in the cave last year.

I watch them as they work together to get everyone food, "Yes, but that means that when I saw the river, I was right about it seeming farther away the second time. What are they playing at? I mean, are we just going to be stuck in this jungle?"

"No, I think that at some point we will all end up in a different spot than where we started." Annie says in a quiet voice. Everyone stops what they're doing to look at her. I have never heard her say much of anything but she makes sense.

I go to stand in front of her as Finnick continues to make a hole. He whines for a minute, "Is it supposed to take this long?"

"Here, let me do it for awhile." Peeta suggests and Finnick hands him over the knife and rock. "The trunk is pretty thick, this may take some time."

They switch spots and I kneel down in front of Annie and Mags, who have decided to get comfortable on the mossy ground. "Why do you think that?"

She looks at me with her dark green eyes, "Because that's what they do. They always twist something to make it harder, right?"

Annie starts playing with some of the fallen twigs on the ground and I'm pretty sure that's all I'll hear from her on the matter. I stand back up, the guys having made a big enough hole to hold the spile. Mags hands me the makeshift funnel of leaves and I hold it up to the hole. A single drop comes out, so I push the spile in a little more and out comes a steady flow of water. I let Mags try it first and she smacks her lips together. She garbles something out and Finnick laughs.

"She said that it tastes sweet, not like plain water."

"Does it matter? As long as it's drinkable, right?" I ask them. I've never had sugar water, but that's got to be better than salt water. I know you can't drink that without filtering it first. Finnick grabs some more leaves and makes a few more funnels, filling them and passing them out. When I take a sip, the water takes so good. It's like having a liquid dessert, which could be very bad.

"Should we set up here, try and cook this thing?" Peeta questions as he kicks the pig. He drinks more of his water and goes back to the tap to refill.

I nod, as does Annie and Mags. Finnick looks at the sky, "That works. C'mon, Annie, let's see if we can find something to start a fire with. Will you guys clear a space, so it doesn't spread?"

Both Peeta and I nod, quickly kneeling and clearing a nice sized circle. Mags scoots herself closer to us and begins to line the circle with rocks. We will have a good-sized fire to hold the pig and be able to eat within a few hours.