Esme Layton, 17, District 6.

Esme watches gloomily as the sun starts to break the horizon. Her thoughts are cloudy, all mixed into a troubling mess they try and fight for dominance at the forefront of her mind. She closes her eyes, but that makes it no better. The images that creep from the back of her mind make it impossible to see black.

The sun has come out again, the storm that threatened no longer spilling. Yet the dark clouds hang around the horizon as if teasing the Tributes. The Gamemakers can turn the weather whenever they want, they don't want the Tributes to forget their utter control. Esme could not get a wink of sleep last night. When Blake went back to swap shifts she could not go back with him. The ghosts of his fingers can still be felt on her skin. She shivers despite the light.

Nate came out from the tents and the two have sat in silence since his shift began. The most exciting thing to happen was some odd clicking noises coming from the shore. But they got no closer. Esme prefers the silence, she doesn't feel like talking to anyone with tears on the edge of her vision. You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted to be with the Careers. You knew what it would cost. She repeats the phrases to herself over and over. She was stupid to think that she would be able to escape and join up with the others. No one trusts her here.

Blake wanted her too badly to escape from him and Nate is ever vigilant. She is unable to escape. A prisoner of her own creation. It's been less than a full day, but Esme's hands have developed a tremor that refuses to leave. It took her several minutes to refasten the buckle on her belt when Blake left. It was such a simple task before she entered the arena, she did not even think twice about doing it.

The dawn light reflects off of the water around them, causing it to glimmer and reflect into Esme's eyes. She stares at it with wonder, what other beauty could this arena be hiding? Today they will hunt, it was decided so last night. This morning is a brief moment of peace with the others asleep.

"Look what I found," Nates voice is unexpected in the silence and Esme jumps out of her skin at the sound. Her hands jolt in reaction and she places them down too hard on the ground. She doesn't like the blankets anymore. Small trails of red run down her palms when she looks over to Nate. It's nothing severe.

He holds up two objects. He was fiddling with them all night but Esme was too distracted to look at what they were. In all honesty, she thought he might have just been tinkering with some rocks. Busy hands cure an idle mind. But now she looks at them they appear to be dark objects with short sticks protruding out from the top. She has never seen anything like them before. "What is it?" She asks, still slightly shaky.

He grins at her, a handsome smile. "Two-way radios," Nate explains. Esme just looks blankly at him. She has never heard that term before, but surely they must be important if Nate is smiling about them. She has not seen him smile since the bloodbath.

"We can use them to talk to each other, work them on the same frequency, we will have to test out their range," Nate tells her calmly, his eyes starting to light up. Esme finally understands what they are, they use a different term in her District.

"We can communicate all over the arena," Esme whispers as Nate nods along. She knows that she should be excited but her stomach sinks lower than ever. With those, the Careers will be almost untouchable. Judging by the smile on Nate's face, he knows that better than anyone.

Jerry Kapper, 15, District 6.

Jerry watches at the Tributes below him start to wake with the morning light. He climbed up the tree with the most cover last night, keeping close to the trunk and quiet he kept on the opposite side. His plan has been fairly simple since the Games started, keep close to another alliance and go unnoticed.

He got barely a wink of sleep last night, he could not get the faces of his alliance that was projected into the sky out of his mind. The fallen he thinks to himself, what a way to glorify their deaths. Every single member. He wants to laugh, they thought that they were large enough to take on the Careers. Isn't that a joke.

A green lotion that he found inside of the backpack has been rubbed all over his skin, coating his pale flesh. It will make him harder to spot for anyone looking around. He's not sure what his plan is going forward, if he should try and ally with this alliance, or if he should try to pick them off one by one. They surely are weak now, their highest scoring girl still unconscious.

The boy, Oliver. He's been awake all night. Keeping watch on the girls his eyes flick protectively to the both of them. It's astonishing how quickly a bond has formed between the three of them, especially with the cropped hair girls frosty attitude. I don't think she likes that the other girl is injured, Jerry thinks to himself.

But he saw what she did to Trav.

He was running, but he had tripped in the water, looking over his shoulder he had been alarmed by her scream. He saw how she smiled at Trav as she ran, how she left them there confused. How a Career finished them off soon after. Jerry seeths with the thought. This Tribute has no sense of honor. No rules. Jerry is worried about what it will mean for the alliance that she is now in.

Its what's stopping Jerry from trying to ally with them too. But he saw all the supplies that they have. If they leave them unarmed for a moment, maybe Oliver falls asleep, he could climb down and grab some. Just enough to stay alive. He will be alright for the moment. He found water and food inside of his backpack. But only enough for a couple of days. By tomorrow he will run out.

A gasping from blow causes Jerry's heart to leap. Looking down he sees that the unconscious girl has woken up. Oliver mumbles something to her that Jerry can't hear and shares a canteen with her. She drinks gratefully.

Jerry lies back on the trunk that he is sitting on, taking deep breaths he closes his eyes and listens to the sounds around him. It's almost eerily quiet, there are no birds in this forest. Nothing chirping or singing. It does not bode well in Jerry's mind.

Harvest Kohl, 15, District 11.

Harvest's arm feels surprisingly better when he wakes, looking at the sun. It's directly overhead and blinds Harvest in his surprise. They were not supposed to sleep for nearly this long. He looks over to where Poppy sleeps beside him, she has tucked her body next to his and Harvest feels his heart flutter in his chest.

Despite the danger of the moment, he can't bring himself to wake her. Instead, he watches as she sleeps. She looks so much younger in her sleep, no longer with the weight of the world and the Games over her shoulders. Her eyes don't show the fear that she has taken her over since the Games began. She could be back at home. I wish I had the guts to tell her how I feel. Harvest thinks to himself, ashamed that even in this situation he cannot muster the courage.

Instead, he just continues to watch her, fantasizing about what could be. Her chest rises and falls gently and a piece of brown hair drapes down to her lip. It is pushed outwards then sucked back in again as she breathes. Almost without thinking Harvest reaches his hands down and tucks the piece behind her ear. She turns in her sleep a moment but Harvest can't bear to take his hand away.

Only when she opens her eyes does he force himself to. "Hey," Poppy says sleepily, looking up to Harvest with tired eyes, "what's the time?" Harvest spends a long moment just looking at her face, it's like she does not remember they are in the arena. It's just the two of them for a moment.

"Judgi-" Harvest voice cracks and Poppy bursts out into giggles. Harvest's face goes pink as she continues to giggle. But the sound is so comforting in a place like this he does not mind that the joke is at his expense. He clears his throat. "Judging by the sky I would say midday," he replies.

Poppy bolts up, not noticing her proximity to Harvest her eyes go wide. He feels a pang of sadness, this is the Poppy of the arena, not the one from back home. "Midday?" She asks Harvest, her voice squeaking from the shock of it all. "Harvest we have slept in far too long! Someone could have found us!" She rapidly gets up, trying to shake the sleepiness from her body she looks around as if expecting a threat to appear at any moment. Nothing does and eventually, she starts to relax.

Harvest looks sheepishly up at her, she's right. They could have been attacked from any number of places. They did not stumble too far from the ocean. Just far enough for the ground to turn grey. Then they collapsed in the center of it, too tired to keep going. He looks around now, in front of him he can just make out the colorful shore.

Behind him, the grey continues. "What do we have in our pack?" Harvest asks Poppy, standing up next to her. She counted inventory last night. "A hatchet, some matches, a lump of something that smells foul." She holds up a thick glass container, inside of it is a clear substance that is slightly thick as she moves it around. Harvest shrugs his shoulders, not sure what it is containing.

"And this thing, I can't figure out what it is," she explains. She holds up another item, it looks like a very thin piece of rope, but it is waxy to the touch. On one end it has a circular base made out of some kind of thin metal, on the other, it is the waxy end. It's very long. Harvest thinks it looks oddly familiar, but he has no idea what it could be.

"No food or water then," he complains. Already his throat is starting to dry and his stomach growls in a complaint. After a week grazing on Capitol food whenever he could want he has become quite accustomed to a full stomach. Now pains are shooting from his already. "Do you think the water we crossed was drinkable?" He asks Poppy, he can barely remember the journey. Only pain.

Poppy shakes her head, "it was salt. The Trainers told us never to drink salt water. It will only dehydrate more," she explains. Harvest looks up at her worriedly, sweat has started rolling off of his body in the head again. He takes his jacket off, tying it around his waist he takes a deep breath.

"Then let's continue away from the cornucopia," he tells Poppy. "We might find a stream or something further on." Poppy nods her head and immediately starts walking in the direction of grey. Harvest feels in his pocket and stares for a moment at the brilliant rock that Poppy gave him yesterday. For my wounded warrior she had told him. Oh, how he wishes that he could be more.

Carolyn Aquana, 17, District 4.

Carolyn taps her foot impatiently. Scowling at the rest of the Careers as they take their time getting ready for the hunt that is about to commence. On her back, she wears a light backpack, stocked with food water and a couple of knives.

Another knife is tucked into her belt and she carries a trident in her right hand. In her left is one of the two-way radios. The Gamemakers gave them plenty of supplies, enough to last a month of Games. Carolyn rolls her eyes, she won't let this thing go over two weeks.

Walking over to the cornucopia she carves two lines down its rocky side. Two lines for two days. She has made herself a goal now, one that she intends to keep. Someone yells out but she cannot hear, it comes from the left. She looks over to see Nate gathering all of the Careers in a large group.

Carolyn walks back over. Trust them to get together the one moment I'm doing something. I've been waiting for them all morning. The annoyed thoughts play a game of ping-pong inside her head. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she walks over to where Nate stands. He's standing on a rock, making himself higher than the others. Carolyn rolls her eyes, she can't wait until she can get away from the pretentiousness of the pack.

"We will split into three groups," Nate explains to them. His voice is commanding, filling all of the space around them it booms off into the surrounding area. Carolyn moves from foot to foot impatiently, practically growling she is ready to hunt the other Tributes.

"One group will stay here and guard the camp, the other two will go off in whatever direction they choose," Nate explains. He's trying to do it as slowly as possible just to annoy me. The thought is planted into Carolyn's head.

"Carolyn, who do you want to go with you?" Nate asks her directly. Carolyn smiles smugly, the two-way radio has marked her out as one of the leaders. Nate and Ace both hold their own ones.

"Me and Weiss will show you up, first one with a kill gets no watch duty tonight." Carolyn's challenge is issued to the rest of the group. Nate nods curtly, his eyes gleaming but his mouth staying a firm line. He won't let himself be beaten. But neither will Carolyn.

"That leaves me Blake and Esme to go in another group," Nate explains. The two walk over to him briefly but then Esme whispers something into Nates ear. Nate looks annoyed for a moment before talking to Ace quietly, the two have a brief conversation. "Looks like its boys versus girls," Nate boats. "Esme's staying here with Ace."

Blake growls from where he stands but Nate just shakes his head. Nate walks up to where Carolyn is standing, facing her off. "Where do you want to go?" He asks her. She smiles a broad smile at him.

Talia Lancaster, 15, District 3.

Its impossibly dark and cold inside of the caves, Talia and Callum have been stumbling around since they first entered the mouth over a day ago. But neither knows that it has been that long, they have lost all sense of time.

Dead ends and forking paths have made a bizarre show and Callum has grazed his side badly from scraping against the side of a sharp stalagmite. Both of them are panting, hideously thirsty they try to lap up the moisture in the air. It's a thick wetness, one that feels like it is suffocating them every step of the way.

When a bat flew over them Talia screamed. The noise ricocheted off one wall to another until it felt like the entire passageway was screaming a grotesque scream. It caused the two Tributes to stop dead in their tracks. A sponsor gift could not get to them in the caves, nothing could get to them in the caves.

The backpack was mostly useless, it had some food in it but not much else. The best thing it has provided them with is two thick coats, the pair wear them on top of their ones provided by the Gamemakers. Despite this, the two Tributes still shiver. The caves are impossibly cold. Somehow, the frigid breeze has followed them downward.

"We need to get out," Talia tells Callum. All of her body is telling her to escape, she cannot stand being here. I never should have suggested coming into the caves in the first place. It was a stupid mistake. One we will surely pay for. Callum does not deserve this. The thoughts corrode her mind like acid.

Calum stops moving, staring into Talia's eyes he is her strength. "We will, I promise," he tells her. Taking her hand he leads her at a faster pace. They use their left hands to feel the wall of the caves while their rights stay connected. They stay that way for a while. Talia's rapid breaths giving away the fear that she is feeling inside.

"Who do you think has died?" She asks him softly, a deep shiver wracking through to her bones. Talking is better than not. This was the only thing that she could think to say. The curiosity has been gnawing into her, like the cold.

Callum shakes his head beside her before remembering that she cannot see him. It's almost comical, all of Panem can see him but not his alliance member. "I don't know," he replies. "The Careers are probably all still alive, but I don't think they will be doing too hot." He hopes that they aren't with every fiber of his body.

"I hope that the other pair is okay. Harvest and Poppy. They both seemed like decent people," Talia replies. She can see herself and Callum in them. If the worst happens then she wants one of them to make it home. Callum stays silent.

It surprises them both when their bodies continue moving but their hands hit an object. It grazes their knuckles. Taking a couple of steps back they look at each other for a long moment. Somehow knowing where each other face is without the light.

On the right passage, the wind is even stronger, cutting deeply into Callum's skin. The left passive has less of a breeze, it smells like the ocean but it slopes down further while the right passage goes upward.

"Which way to do we go?" Talia asks Callum, trusting him more than herself.

He takes a deep breath, trying to figure it out. He closes his eyes, expanding his mind he tries to let it figure it out for him. But ultimately, it is his gut that decides.

"This one," he tells Talia, leading her onward.

Nirvana Ivanov, 18, District 7.

The pain is more bearable for Nirvana today. His wound has been stitched and his leg has regained some of its mobility. Even if they have run out of Vodka. Willow told him that it will take a few days for the wound to heal enough to move positions. What does she know anyway? I know for a fact she didn't spend any time at the medical station. But even with those thoughts, he has to admit that he is relying on the girl.

"Nirvana! Look!" Willow yells excitedly. Nirvana looks up, staring up at the sun he does not spot what has got Willow so excited for a few moments. Then he does. A silver parachute is slowly climbing its way down from the sky toward the two Tributes. Nirvana feels a smile spread across his face.

When the parachute descends he grabs for it greedily and his eyes light up when he notices two full canteens. Half hoping for more Vodka he opens one up and gulps down the best water that he has ever tasted. Willow grabs for the second one and together they drink greedily. They have not been able to move from their position on the flat rocks yet. But the water and healing in Nirvana's system promise that it might change for the better.

That is until they hear something on the wind. Willow shoots her head up when she first hears it. Nirvana is a little later to catch on. But the sound carries. There are two deep voices being carried on the wind. Two voices who are loud enough not to mind being heard. Two voices who are getting closer and closer.

"Are you sure they came this way?" One of the voices says, a low growl.

"Positive, it was where Carolyn came from when she got sliced," the other voice replies.

"And you're sure it's him?"

"Of course, I never forget a face."

Nirvana feels a sinking feeling spreading from his chest down to his toes. He has not told Willow why he participated in the bloodbath. She has assumed that he just went in to try and get a weapon. Not his ulterior motives. Not the glory that he was so close to claiming.

The cave opening is still nowhere in sight and Willow looks around in alarm. Nirvana looks back at her, not quite worried. But the most uneasy he has been. His fate is so out of his hands, he can't stand the feeling. He won't be able to climb up the mountain. They need to find somewhere for him to hide as fast as possible. Near where the cave opening should be some boulders have collected, just enough to hide a large figure behind. There is no other option.

"Come, quick!" Willow tells Nirvana, helping him up she half drags him over to the boulders. His body is just about hidden by them and she moves a couple rocks partially over his back. He is almost undisguisable to the naked eyes. The Careers should not notice him. Nirvana grins back at her, giving her a thumbs up from beneath the rubble he wonders what she is going to do.

He watches as Willow starts to climb up the jagged mountain behind them. It is more of a cliff from up close and he is surprised to see with what relative ease she is managing to scale it. She is reasonably high up when the Careers round the corner. Nate and Blake. Nirvana growls. It was Nate who injured him at the bloodbath. He clenches the same knife that was once embedded into his leg. I could jump out and take him now Nirvana thinks to himself. But that would mean a suicide mission, and above all, Nirvana wants to protect his own skin. He is safe here.

He shuffles back slightly as the boys spot Willow as she climbs. They yell taunts at her as she only climbs higher and higher.

Then something terrible happens.

Nirvana puts his foot back and it falls into a hole he did not realize was there. He has to bite his lip from screaming out in pain as his crude stitches scrape against gravel.

He slowly tries to move his foot out, but it is stuck in the hole. It's almost a one-way valve, his boot has fallen into it easily enough, but now the wider top of the boot- where the laces are tied into- is stopping the boot from coming back out. He curses underneath his breath as he watches what happens with Willow. No matter what, he is stuck here until the Career's leave.

Willow has climbed even further up the cliff. Nirvana can't help but smile as she taunts the boys. Waving at them she blows a kiss. There is no jealousy in Nirvana, he is no longer interested now he has gotten what he wanted. But the rebellious nature to the action has riled him up.

Apparently, the Careers did not like it as much. Blake throws his only trident at Willow. Nirvana holds his breath as it sails toward her. But Willow climbs out of the way and the trident embeds itself a couple of meters to the left of Willow. "No wonder you got that zero, you can't aim for shit!" She yells down at the Blake and Nirvana snorts, he's surprised to see a humorous smile on Nates face as well.

Nirvana can see Blake seething underneath the cliff and he talks to Nate briefly. Nate shakes his head ruefully as Blake strips off the backpack that he was wearing. He has a moment of debate before taking his jacket off too. I wouldn't be surprised if he took his shirt off again Nirvana thinks to himself. But apparently, the Tribute has too many brains to scrape his chest bloody so he grabs onto the jagged rocks. Trying to trace a path like Willows.

Willow lets him get a little bit closer to her before she starts climbing again, but she stops abruptly. Nirvana furrows his brows, she is still low enough for a Career to catch up. Still low enough to clearly see the ground beneath her. She seems to take a deep breath, resolve in her eyes. Maybe I wrote her off too soon, Nirvana thinks as he realizes what she is planning.

She told him that if she got the option to kill any Tribute it would be Blake. Time seems to go in slow motion as Blake continues to climb, taunting Willow with words that are lost to the wind. When he gets into grasping distance Blake stops for a moment to get a knife out of his belt, his grin already announcing victory.

That's when Willow moves. She sticks her boot out lightning fast, catching the boy straight in the chest his eyes go wide as dinner plates. For a moment it looks like they might both topple off of the mountainside. Blake grasping for any reach he could find he cuts his palms bloody in the process.

But the boy falls.

The sight is better than anything Nirvana could ever have imagined.

Caroline Hollyhock, 17, District 5.

The group of three sits together. Caroline leans against a tree as Kalista and Ollie lie down on the grass. Kalista has picked grass out of the ground and is showering it down on Ollie. He laughs a deep booming sound there is something warm about it. It's oddly fitting for this moment.

"Caroline, come sit with us," Kalista calls up. She has a broad smile on her face, her defenses down completely. They have traveled for over a day for the sun now starts to dip against the horizon. Could we really have a peaceful day? Caroline asks herself, she doubts it. Yet the Gamemakers seem to be crafting one again. No cannons have boomed since the bloodbath.

Caroline looks back to Kalista who has now started threading dandelions into Ollie's hair. Caroline can't help but smile at the pair of them. The connection between them was almost instantaneous, it's like two people who were supposed to know each other.

She sits on the grass across from them, gaining a grin from Ollie. Sunlight has sneaked its way past the darkening clouds and in the evening twilight, the forest looks as beautiful as Caroline has ever seen. "You two are going to be best friends in no time," Caroline jokes.

Ollie grins again, holding a wrist he shows off a dandelion chain. "Check it, friendship bracelets already," Kalista punches him gently in the shoulder.

"Sorry Ollie, that position is quite taken by my best friend Bonnie," Kalista explains. Her face takes on a distant expression for a moment. It's a shift in mood picked up by all of the Tributes, they all feel the same way about their loved ones.

"Can you tell us about her?" Ollie asks, a goofy smile lighting up his sleep-deprived face. Deep purple bags hang under his eyes, he has not slept at all since the Games began. He's volunteered to be on tonight's watch as well. Assuring the girls that he is okay. It's not like they can really argue in their current states.

Kalista chews on the edge of her lip as her mind wanders back to her District. "She's really tough, you wouldn't want to mess with her," Kalista jokes, a tear dripping down her cheek. "But beneath that she's a real softie, she's always helping me out when I need it and I help her out as well. She saved my life once, now it's my turn to do the same." Kalista jokes that last part but it's jarring to hear for the others. They all know that there can only be one Victor.

"How'd she save your life?" Caroline asks, genuine curiosity in her voice.

Kalista smiles sadly. "We were always getting into trouble in our District. This one time we decide to climb the justice building. Long story short I slipped on a ledge, without her I would have been nothing but splat," She claps her hands together for emphasis. "She's the reason you both get to enjoy my splendid company," she adds. Ollie bursts out into laughter.

"She sounds a lot like my Dwayne," he explains. "When I was injured really bad by Peacekeepers he helped me out. Saved my life. Took on my job when I couldn't work, even when it meant so much more work for him," Ollie's voice sounds far away. Almost distant as he thinks back to the boy he left behind in his District.

Kalista grabs one of Ollie's hands in hers. "Sounds like we both are pretty lucky," he tells her before looking over to Caroline. "You got someone like that too?" Kalista asks her, her voice soft. Caroline blinks slowly, trying to collect her thoughts. These two Tributes have both faced so many more hardships than she ever has.

"I used to, I'm not too sure how she would feel about me these days," Caroline explains. Her mind wandering back to another life.

"You must have cared about her a lot to volunteer for her," Ollie says softly.

"I do," Caroline admits. "More than I ever realized, but some things are bigger than yourself." She moves her hands down, feeling her belly. It has started to protrude more from her stomach as she feels the occasional kick.

The alliance continues to talk in quiet whispers well into the night. It is only when Ollie forces them to go to bed that they do, Kalista snuggled up to his side.

Ace Platinum, 18, District 1.

"Damn it!" Ace yells, pacing back and forth. He has been around the camp tidying up. Securing the shelter with Esme and checking on Cassia as she sleeps. The girl seems to be fighting some internal battle, burning up one moment then freezing cold the next. Ace mashed up some pills that he found in a first aid kit and fed them to her with some water but he's not sure how much good that has done.

"What's up?" Esme asks, she has been helping Ace out and was taking a moment to bathe in the salty water. Her hair is still dripping wet but she looks more relaxed than Ace has seen her in the Games. He wonders briefly if it has something to do with Blake not being around.

"Weiss and Carolyn have found nothing and Nate and Blake are stalking some girl who climbed up a cliff. Both are going to be out overnight," he runs a hand through his blonde hair in stress.

"Looks like we won't be sleeping tonight," Esme jokes as Ace's two-way radio blares again. He listens to it intently, a frown creasing his brow. When the other end is finished talking Ace sighs deeply asking if they need backup. There is a curt reply from the other side before they hang up. The radio makes its two high pitched beeps which means the other radio has dropped the call. Ace sighs again.

"Looks like Blake took a tumble but Nate managed to catch him before there was too much damage done. Now both the boys are bruised up but want revenge." Ace rolls his eyes, stretching out he lights a stack of driftwood that he collected earlier. Soon, it lights up the area around them. It seems to get dark awfully quickly in the arena.

"You better settle in, it's going to be a long night." He explains to Esme. He collapses on a large driftwood log that he dragged up, patting a spot next to him. She rolls her eyes, grabbing a spare blanket nearby she sets it on the ground and uses the log as a backrest.

Esme takes a deep breath, there is something that's been on her mind for a while. "Why would you volunteer for this?" She asks Ace. She's afraid that he will get mad about the question, but instead, the boy laughs softly.

"Honestly," Ace replies, "I wish I hadn't." The answer surprises Esme and her expression causes Ace to laugh again. He pokes the fire with a stick he finds nearby. "Right now I could be back home with my girlfriend and best friend. We had a good life. I glorified the idea of being rich, thinking that's what she deserved. But it's not. What she deserves is a boyfriend that's alive." Ace goes quiet for a moment.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asks Esme. The girl blinks in surprise, nodding quickly. Ace takes a deep breath. "Oi, Tiff, if you're watching right now can you block your ears for a second? Prince make her please." He smiles at the image he has of the two of them inside of his mind.

"I bought a ring for her, as soon as I get home I'm proposing." Ace confesses to Esme, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. Esme looks at him in surprise.

"That's so cute!" She gushes at him, imagining the kind of love they must share. He's only a year older than her but she could not imagine feeling quite that way for someone. She wishes she could.

"Okay Prince, she can listen again," Ace gives a thumbs up to the fire and Esme laughs at his goofy expression. The two of the talk quietly a little longer as the world gets darker and darker.

That is, until another voice joins in the conversation.

Authors note: The second day of the Games, I know there's still been no deaths. I can tell you that this is going to change soon, plans are in place it's just going to take us some time to get there. In saying that, I broke down writing a section for day three of the Games. So things are going to get sad very soon, maybe we can all just appreciate some peace. I'm sure the Tributes do.

Thank you like always for reading. Did anything that happened this chapter surprise you? What are your predictions for these Tributes futures?

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The fallen:

Day One:

24th: Flint Fraser, 13, District 12. Killed by Blake. Created by iridescenteverdeen. Flint became one of my favorite characters and I shed some tears thinking that he had to go. He was just too young and too scrawny. His persistence optimism followed him to the end and I'll miss him.

23rd: Pricilla Winters, 15, District 12. Killed by Carolyn. Created by Mewkitcat. Pricilla fought to the end, her fear leading her to turn on those she probably could have trusted. Her family will miss her deeply, its almost fitting that she followed her District Partner out.

22nd: Weft Loomis, 15, District 8. Killed by Ace. Created by destiny's sweet melody. Weft has a hard life, he had a solid plan but unfortunately was carried away by talk of alliances and those he trusted. His interview will be remembered as one of the best and his quirky sarcasm will be missed. He's with his mother and sister now.

21st: Cole Rockweld, 15, District 9. Killed by Cassia. Created by The-Moth-God. Cole was a Tribute I think many expected to go far inside the Games. He almost did, but the true worth of alliances was shown at his expense. Cole did not go easily and he will leave his mark in the Games with the injuries he inflicted on Ace. He died fighting, Barrick can be proud of that.

20th: Trafalgar Zaun, 15, District 10. Killed by Weiss. Created by 66samvr. Trav, they were different from any other Tribute I have seen before. They were so interesting to write and almost made it away. They can find solace in the friend they made in Eva, the true acceptance of their identity she had. But it is a bittersweet ending.

19th: Eva Brath, 14, District 10. Killed by Esme. Created by Team Shadow. Eva was never designed to win these Games and I think most people saw that. I added a lot of backstory to this Tribute myself and she will always have a special spot. She can be with her sisters and father now, the hope that her youngest sister is not reaped will live on with the Capitol. That's all she ever wanted.

18th: Violet Mercury, 14, District 8. Killed by Blake. Created by Booklovin'03. Violet, like Eva was never meant to win these Games. I think she knew that too. I think she would be okay with that, she wasn't sure if she wanted to win. Jasper will surely mourn her and her death will affect the District. It just wasn't meant to be.