This is a pretty explosive chapter, and quite a lot happens, it was one of my favourites to write, even if I did completely abandon the plan and make it up as I went along... so enjoy that... Also, during Salome's bit, there is a slight mention of self harm/suicide, so please skip past her section if anything like that triggers you (spoiler: it doesn't affect the plot much, so you won't miss anything crucial by skipping it).

Day Four

Jordan

"It's okay Jordan, I'm here." A voice Jordan barely recognised called to him in the darkness of dawn. He rolled over, wiping the sleep from his eyes and sitting up on the bed of leaves he had made for himself the night before. "You can do this, Jordan." The voice came again, and Jordan became more panicked. It wasn't one of his fellow tributes- he had memorised their voices and their tones throughout the training stage. It could easily be one of the Gamemakers, but why would they do that? Why would they be so nice?
Whatever, or rather, whoever it was, Jordan knew for sure that it was part of the mind games the Capitol were playing on them. It wasn't real, all he had to do was close his eyes and try and get a few more minutes of precious sleep before he had to face the day. He rested the side of his face on his hand, shielding it from the harsh material of the leaves, before closing his eyes and doing all he could to forget about the voice.

"I know you can hear me, Jordan. It's rude to ignore your mother, especially since we've been apart for so long." Jordan shot up, all hope of sleep disappeared as the voice called again. This couldn't be real. Jordan was prone to hearing voices, to seeing things that weren't really there. Back in District Twelve he was known for his visions, he would see things, things that told him what to do, who to help, who to kill and how to survive. Most people assumed it was the huger and the thirst, a life on the streets, but deep down, Jordan knew it was real. For some reason he was chosen to have these visions and to use them. This was different, though. Never had he experienced anything like this before. He never heard the voices of people that had died, especially his mother, who he hadn't seen since he was eleven. It was a Capitol game, it had to be, it was the only thing that made sense. But there was something about the way she spoke, so tenderly and loving, that no matter how much Jordan told himself she wasn't real, he couldn't fight the urge to call out to her.

"Mum?" He searched around, desperate to find a sign that she was really there, yet knowing he never would. "Mum?" Jordan called again, keeping his voice low, still remembering just where he was. He could barely recall anything about her. His time with her was just a distant memory now, but what he wouldn't give for just one moment more in her presence. "This is fucking crazy." Jordan sighed, running his hand through his dirty hair, and settling with his back against a tree. Even by his standards this was mad. He was sitting in the woods, calling out to his mother, who had been dead of ten years. Yet still, Jordan knew he had heard her voice, knew that somehow he hadn't completely lost it.

"I'm here, baby, I'm here." His mother called out. Jordan gave up looking for her, and just let her voice completely fill him, it was all he could concentrate on. He closed his eyes as the first tears fell. "You're strong Jordan, you are so strong. And you're going to win this. I believe in you, and then one day we'll be together again." Jordan smiled at the thought of seeing his mother. He never thought about his family, the people he had lost, it was too hard, but he carried them with him, everywhere he went. "I'm so proud of everything you've done."

Jordan's eyes snapped open. Of course he had known all along this was a Capitol simulation to torture him, but now any shred of doubt he had was gone. There was no way any mother would be proud of what he had done. He had murdered and manipulated and hurt more people than he could count. It was all in the name of survival, but it didn't excuse the fact that Jordan had loved every second. His mother, and her caring, loving nature, would never be proud of him. She would understand, but she would never be proud. She would shout at him, curse at him, make him promise to never do it again. This was not his mother, and worst of all, it was an insult to the person she had been.

"Piss off." Jordan screamed at the wind, before laying down, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep, staring at the sky, and hoping his mother was really watching down upon him.

Locke, Newton and Alfred

"We've got this. Of course we've got this. It's not going to be hard, he's just one man, and there's two of us and we're fast and ready, we can do it. We can do it, right?" Newton babled, the same way he had all morning. They were standing on the edge of the caring, just sheltered by the trees, looking on at the Cornucopia. Salome was nowhere in sight, which gave the two boys a shred of hope, but Locke sat slumped against the inside wall of the horn. If this wasn't the Hunger Games, Newton would have assumed he was drunk, past out after a hard night. But no, Locke was awake, and no one in here had the luxury of alcohol, that would have made things so much easier.

"Okay, thanks, Newton." Alfred placed his hand on his allies shoulder, hoping secretly to shut him up. "Who were you trying to convince, me or yourself?" Alfred hated this plan, it was stupid and reckless, they should just wait until night. The situation wasn't completely dire, they needed water, having stupidly used the last to wash in the morning, but it could have waited until nightfall. But, Alfred was beginning to learn, when Newton got an idea in his head, he would not let it go. "I'll keep watch, but you have to be quick, before he notices, I don't want to have to use this." ALfred argued, gesturing to the spear.

It was all going so well, too well, impossibly well. Newton had filled up every bottle, and had stuffed them into his back when Loke began to move. For a man Alfred had assumed had been asleep mere seconds ago, he moved fast, springing to his feet and walking towards Newton.

"Hey," Alfred hissed, trying to catch the other boy's attention. "Newton." He called loud, causing the boy to look up. He nodded towards Locke, and saw the colour drain from Newton's face.

"I'm sorry…" Newton began to explain, as Locke marched towards him. "We just needed some water, we'll leave you alone, please don't hurt us. Oh God, please. I don't want to die, I'm too young."

Playing it cool Newton, nice one.

"Please, please." Locke sunk to his knees in front of Newton, dropping his machete to the floor. "Please tell me you've seen Salome, tell me that she's okay." Locke could see the way Newton almost pitied him, and he hated it. All his life he had been feared and admired, worshipped even, by his students. Pitied was the last thing he ever wanted to be. But then again, what else could the younger boy have thought, Locke was a mess. Despite sheltering next to the only water source in the area, Locke hadn't washed since they had arrived, still stained by the blood of Luster and Lilac. His supplies were a mess, scattered around the place as he searched for anything Salome might want, to try and bring her back. He hadn't even noticed the new pack that had arrived the night before, a reward for his killing of Lilac. It was probably for the best that he hadn't seen it, it may have been the thing that pushed him over the edge.

"I…" Newton stumbled backwards, towards where Alfred was shielding, holding his bag of newly filled water bottles tight in his hand. He looked frantically around for Alfred, desperate for his friend to help him make sense of what was happening. Sure enough, Alfred emerged beside him, causing Locke to recoil backwards in shock.

"Sir, we haven't seen her." Alfred held his hands up in defence, not knowing which way this conversation was going to go. "But I assure you, if we did, we would never hurt her."

Locke sighed, defeated. He needed his daughter, he needed her with him, she was his responsibility, his little girl. His.

Alfred didn't know if it was the heat or the lack of good food and water, or just the situation itself, but he could have sworn he was the moment where something in Locke changed. In an instant he had gone from a man who cared about his daughter and her safety, to a mad man, crazy.

"Oh, you will see her." Locke smirked, retrieving his machete from the ground and surging forward. He lunged towards Newton, locking his arm around the boy and holding the machete tight against his neck. "If you ever want to get your friend here back, you find my daughter and you bring her to me, okay?"

Alfred didn't know what to do. The cowardly part of him wanted to run, he wanted to leave all of this and leave Newton. They had only known each other two weeks, it wasn't like they were bonded for life, or owed one another anything. But the other part of Alfred, the real Alfred told him that he couldn't do that. He had Newton had been through this whole thing side by side, there was no way he could just walk away. Newton let out a scared whimper, voicing exactly what Alfred was feeling. He didn't know the first thing about surviving alone, about tracking someone or fighting. Lucky for him, he was a fast learner.
"Okay." He nodded slowly, careful to control his words and hide any hint of nervous stammer from his voice. The last thing Alfred needed was for Locke to learn just how scared and unprepared he was. He had to look confident and fearless, although by the confused and almost hopeless look on both Newton and Locke's faces, he wasn't sure he was doing the best job. "But, but I swear, if I come back and you have hurt him I…." he couldn't threaten to hurt Salome, there was a million reasons why that wouldn't work: he probably physically couldn't, he mentally couldn't, he emotionally couldn't and even the suggestion of it would probably anger Locke more than Newton dared to. "I'll be very angry." He settled on, folding his arms over his chest. Alfred could have sworn he saw the last little bit of hope drain from Newton's eyes, and Alfred dint blaming him, his fighting talk needed a little help.

"Okay, sweetheart." Locke released Newton from the hold, before turning and punching him straight in the face, knocking the boy out cold. "You do that. We'll be waiting for you riiiiight here."

Florence, Lya and Flynt

"How's he doing?" Lya stood at the entrance to their mountain cove, as Florence emerged from inside.

"About as well as we could have hoped. He is so heartbroken, Lya. I don't know what we're supposed to do."

"Nothing. We're supposed to do nothing. We can't do anything apart from let him ride it out, and hope he'll be okay after." Lya answered, shaking her head, feeling the same helplessness that Florence did. Lilac's death had hit the group hard. She was the positive one, the one to make them laugh and convince them that everything was going to be okay. With her not here, a sense of hopelessness washed over them. What was the point if the very best of them had not survived?

"It's just so cruel." Florence sighed, sinking down to sit with her back against the rock of the mountain. "We just watch him break, not being able to do anything." She ran her hand across her forehead, hoping it would provide some relief, but finding none. In part, Florence was strangely thankful for Flynt's heartbreak, it gave them something else to focus on other than the Hunger Games, for a few moments. It was almost normality, teenagers going through a breakup and not knowing how to help their friends. If you set aside the part where Lilac had been murdered in front of her boyfriend's eyes…

"Everything is cruel, Flo. We've just got to do the best we can to pretend that things are okay, to stay positive." Lya wrapped her arm around her friend, resting her head on Florence's shoulder. "Although, I'll admit, it would be a lot easier if we had a bottle of vodka here."

"We need to move. Now. Right now." Flynt screamed, breaking up the moment as he sprinted from the cave, carrying all their supplies. A look of panic came over his face as he glanced back quickly at the caves entrance.

Florence and Lya started on as Flynt doubled over, panting. "Flynt…" Florence edged closer to him, resting her hand in the small of his back. "What's going on?" She breathed.

"They have her face!" He grabbed onto Florence's arm, and she winced at the strength he had. "They have her face, Florence." He repeated again. The girls stood, still staring, knowing exactly the person Flynt was referring too. The boy hadn't slept since yesterday, he was so out of it, there was no way what he was saying could be true. It made no sense. "We need to go, Florence. They're coming and they have her face."

"Flynt, I don't think they're-." Real. Florence was going to say real. But she didn't get the chance, as two dozen bats, the size of small dogs emerged from the cave, wearing Lilac's face. If they weren't attacking her, Florence could have almost laughed at the sight of them. It looked so stupid, these huge monster, appearing with the face of one of the sweetest people Florence knew. They dived at the tributes, and the group split apart, running in all directions. In just a few seconds, complete chaos had broken out, and none of them could gather enough thoughts to try and make it work. They couldn't stay and fight, there were two many of them.

Florence glanced at the ground, picking up a pack that Flynt had dropped, and a knife. As she stood up, a bat flew at her. Instinctively, she plunged the knife into its chest, life draining from the animal immediately. "Okay, so you can be killed." She breathed out a sigh of relief as she tried to pull the knife from its chest but found that it was stuck hard. Reluctantly, Florence dropped the knife and the dead bat, not daring to look too long at it, knowing she wouldn't be able to handle seeing Lilac's face up close. The now weaponless girl turned to see Flynt corner by three of the creatures. She knew she should just run, she couldn't win this fight, but the thought of leaving her District partner and ally like that went against everything she stood for. Swinging the pack off of her shoulders, Florence plough forward, smacking the bag against the creature. It didn't kill them, but it stunned them enough to make them retreat, leaving a gap for Flynt to escape. She grabbed his hand, pulling him forward. "We need to run." Florence exclaimed, breathless, as she searched the area of Lya. the girl was gone, and thankfully for them, so were most of the bats.

"Oh shit." Flynt mumbled, as he began gathering the supplies that he had dropped all over the floor. "Do you think they've taken her?"

"I think we need to get out of here." Florence snapped back, unable to consider just where Lya was, or what had happened to her. Before they left, Florence grabbed a piece of chalk from the ground, scrawling a message against the grey rock of the cave.

"Lya, we've headed for the forest, please be alive." Flynt read, nodding in approval. "Let's get going." He joined hands with Florence, as they turned and left the small piece of happiness they had built for themselves.

Salome- TRIGGER WARNING SELF HARM/SUICIDE (if you need to skip I'll put a little summary at the bottom, so you don't have to read!)

"Shit!" Salome exclaimed as the knife jumped from the fish she was gutting onto her wrist, cutting in a small straight line. Blood pooled, striking scarlet against her pale skin, causing her to drop the animal she had been holding in shock. On day two they had found that the small lake next to them had fish within, and so Locke had set about training his daughter in spearfishing, a task that took longer than either of them had anticipated. Salome was thankful for it now though, thankful that they had caught enough fish the day before for her to steal some. There was no way she was going back to the lake to get anymore for herself.

The blood kept flowing, and Salome clamped her other hand on the cut, to try and stop it. For a second, she debated just why she was putting in any effort. How easy it would be just to lengthen the scar and let herself bleed out. It would solve all her problems, her argument with her father, her lack of will to kill people, the fact that she was sitting alone in the woods with no idea what was coming next. She closed her eyes, relieving some of the pressure she had previously applied, and smiling as the blood gushed faster. In her mind, as she slowly bleed out, she saw faces, but not those of the people she expected. She didn't see her mother, or her father, or her friends from school. She saw Jordan, and Alfred, and Florence and Ronin. The faces of people that needed her alive, in order to survive. Her journey in the Games wasn't about killing people, it was about helping them. She had skills beyond any of the other tributes, even her father and whilst Salome knew how easy it would be just to kill them all, her sense of duty was too strong. The training she had was a good thing. To let herself die now was a waste.

Salome snapped her eyes open, taken aback by just how much blood she had let leave her. "Oh God…" She stumbled backwards against a tree, suddenly light headed. Slowly she sunk down to her knees, taking in steady gulps of air. With shaking hands, she ripped off her shirt, tying it tight around her wrist.

She could feel unconsciousness tugging at her, sleep pulling at her eyelids, so with as much strength and speed as she could muster, she grabbed her supplies and scaled the tree in front of her. Once at the top, she tied a rope securely around her waist, tethering it to the tree. From here she could keep watch, see if any tributes were in danger and go and help. Now though…. Now she needed sleep.

Ezra, Ronin, Lana, Aila and Clem

"Lana, this is cruel." The girl's walked a few meters in front of a very dishevelled and broken looking Clem. "Just let him go, please Lana." Aila had pleaded over and over again, for almost the entire day. Leaving Ronin and Ezra that morning had been hard, especially for Aila, but she couldn't bear to be in the place where Nautilus had died, to see his blood on the floor, to hear his screams constantly despite his body no longer being there. The boy's had been nothing but kind and at one point they had considered staying as an alliance, but Lana and Aila now knew first hand how quickly things could go bad in a large group, it was safer for all of them if they separated. And so, the girl's had set off, taking Clem with them, something Aila wasn't overly pleased about.

"What I'm doing is cruel? That dick," She paused, pointing backwards to where the Gamemaker trailed behind them. "Is the one that designed this, put us all in here and let us die."

"But he's in here with us? We're in the same boat and he tried to help us, surely that's got to count for something." Aila continued to protest, shaking her head at her girlfriend.

"It's fine.." Clem spoke for the first time since they left camp. "I haven't exactly got anything better to do…"

"Shut up." Both girl's turned now, and snapped in unison. For a second, everything was quiet, no one spoke, and their pace slowed to a stop. The three looked between one another, all debating their next move. And then, Lana made up their minds for them. She started to laugh, uncontrollably, almost as if it was something she had been holding in for days. Next Aila joined in, exactly the relief she needed from the guilt and pain she felt over Nautilus' death. And finally, Clem. he had been unaware if it was his place to laugh or not, but as the other girl's continued, he had no power to hold it in and stop himself.

After a few moments, Aila stopped laughing followed by the rest of them, as they remembered just how dire the situation they were in was. "Where are we?" She eventually asked, noticing how long they had been walking, but never reaching the desert as they had hoped.

"I dunno?" Lana shrugged. "Ask him," She signalled to Clem. "It's his arena."

"Hate to break it to you." Clem folded his arms over his chest. "But I have absolutely no idea. If I could look down on the arena, I could navigate us in no time, but this…" He spun around. "It's difficult. I don't remember every little tree."

"And we're keeping him around because he's useful?" Aila smirked at Lana, nudging her girlfriend playfully.

"No, we're keeping him around to keep me sane from you." Lana smiled back, leaning in and kissing Aila passionately.

"Ugh, get a room." Clem mumbled, just loud enough for the girl's to hear.

"Oh, we would love that, Clem." Lana pulled away, turning her attention to the fallen Head Gamemaker. "But sooommmeeeooonnneeee decided a better idea was to put us in an arena and fight to death."

"Point taken." Clem held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Wait, hold on." Aila looked up. "He had a point… we're literally surrounded by trees, if I climb one, we can get a look at the area."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Do we really have much of a choice?" Aila replied, knowing the answer already. She shrugged her backpack off, leaving it at the base of the tree before starting to climb. "Just be ready to catch me when I fall." As she scaled the tree, Aila became aware of just how terrified of heights she was. It was never something that she had had to deal with in the past, it had never occurred to her that heights would be a fear. But soon enough, Aila found herself climbing faster and faster, trying desperately to get it over with as soon as possible. "Okay…" Aila tried to hide the fright from her voice, but with no success, it was shaky and nervous.

"You good?" Lana called up.

"Yeah, I just, I want to get down." Aila felt her palms begin to sweat. She could hear the blood pumping in her eyes as her heart faced a thousand miles a minute. "Okay. We're still quite a way from the edge of the forest, but if we start heading east from here, we'll hit the desert in a few hours."

Lana clapped her hands together, things were looking up. "Nice one, Aila, now get back down here!" She exclaimed, making her way to the tree trunk, to help her girlfriend back to the ground.

"I'm trying." The struggle was clear in Aila's voice. "I just can't find a branch to-" There was a crash. Lana didn't have to turn around to know what had happened. Aila had fallen a few feet away from where Lana had been standing.

"Aila!" She cried, rushing over to the girl, pushing Clem over in the process. "Oh my God, Aila are you okay?" Lana had hope. She hadn't been especially high up, there may be some cuts and bruises, but Aila should be fine.

Aila would have been fine. She would have been okay if she had remembered to unclip the knife from her belt before she began the climb. Instead, she was bleeding out from where it had impaled her on her side. "Lana, tell me about the house we're going to live in when we get out of this."

"No. Don't do this to me." Lana clamped her hands over the wound in Aila's side, putting as much pressure as she could, but being unable to stop the bleeding. "I'm not going to tell you what it's like, I want it to be a surprise when you see it."

"Okay, then just hold me." For how dire the situation was, Aila was surprisingly calm. Maybe it was because all along she knew that this would happen. When she and Lana talked about getting out together, they both knew they were kidding themselves, and all along Aila had known that Lana was the stronger one, the one that would survive. She smiled weakly, her face cold and drained of blood. "You've gotta win for me now, Lana. whatever it takes you win. Promise me?"

"Aila, no." Lana pleaded. She couldn't help but feel like it was some sort of twisted karma. She hadn't been there for Aila yesterday to help her with Nautilus, and now, when there was only half the tributes left, when Lana needed Aila to keep her strong, she wouldn't be there, ever again. "I don't think I can do this without you."

"You can, Lana. Do it for me, for your family." Aila's eyes flickered closed and then open quickly, unconsciousness tugging at her. Lana nodded, knowing now how short time was. "Promise me."

"I promise, Aila, I'll win." The blood flow Lana had been trying so hard to stop did so all by itself. She let out a sigh of relief, Aila was going to be okay, she would get her to Ezra, patch her up and everything would be okay. She lent in, to kiss her girlfriend, but her lips were so cold, unmoving even against Lana's touch. "Aila, wake up, baby, the bleeding has stopped." Tears flowed down Lana's face, tears she thought she would never be able to stop. "Aila, wake up. Wake up now." She shouted, loud enough to drone out the echo from the canon, shaking Aila's body frantically. "I need you to wake up, come on."

"Lana." Clem walked over, placing his hand on her shoulder lightly. "She's gone."

"No." Lana turned, spitting at Clem. "You do something, you Capitol bastard. Fucking do something!" She screamed, pounding her fists to the floor, clawing at the ground until her fingertips were bloody. She gripped onto Aila's body, holding her close to her chest. "Please." She begged all temper and anger gone. "Just leave me alone."
Clem did as she asked, stepping back a few meters, but not leaving her completely.

A rustling in the bushes caught both of their attention, Clem ducking behind a tree, and Lana taking hold of a spear laying by her side.

"Is everything okay?" Ronin asked, as he appeared in front of them. "Oh my God, Aila." He rushed forward towards the girl.

"No!" Lana cried. "You stay away from her, don't touch her, you'll hurt her." Ronin stopped, but made no effort to back off. He took a step forward and Lana struck. She forced the spear forward, plunging it into Ronin's chest.

The boy looked confused, his face falling as he stumbled backwards, realising what had happened. "Oh…" He mumbled, as he placed his hand to his chest, pulling away to find it stained with blood. Clem sprung forward to help him, but Ronin was dead before his body even hit the ground.

Clem heard Ezra before he saw him. "We heard shouting, Lana, what happened? Is Aila okay? You're close to camp you must have been walking around in circles all-" He emerged from the shrubbery, to the end of the scene in the clearing. Lana still sat holding Aila's body, her hair and clothes and face stained with the girl's blood. A few feet away lay Ronin, laying so peacefully, Ezra almost thought he was sleeping, if it wasn't for the spear sticking out the centre of his chest. Clem had back up against the tree Aila had fallen from, not risking getting anywhere near Lana's line of fire. From all he had watched, learnt and been told about Lana he had always known that the girl was capable of killing, she had a passion and a drive. But this was something else entirely, it was a red hot anger and pain, and in some ways that was more dangerous. It was too unpredictable, he had no idea what her next move would be.

"Run." He mouthed towards Ezra, whilst Lana was focused on cradling Aila's body close to her chest. Ezra paused, looking between Ronin and Lana and Clem, before turning and sprinting off in the direction he had just come, too broken and helpless to do anything else.

Clem knew he should take his own advice, follow after Ezra, help with looking after and treating other injured tributes. But then there was Lana. From the start, they had had a connection, before anyone she had known what he was doing. Clem had watched her change from a cold, independent girl, to one who was falling in love. He couldn't leave her like this. The whole reason he was in here was because he had helped and protected the tributes, and no one needed help more than Lana did now.
He walked over, crouching down next to Lana, and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. At first, she was stiff, but slowly, as Clem sat by her, refusing to move, she rested against him, her body falling on to his as she sobbed. "It's okay, Nine." He kissed the top of her head lightly. "We'll get through this."

They sat there, for what felt like an eternity, Clem holding Lana and Lana holding Aila, before finally, the girl from Nine let go. "I need to win, Clem."

Clem nodded, breaking the promise he had made to protect all tributes. Any impartiality he had hoped to maintain was gone. He had an alliance now. "I know you do, and I'll do everything I can to make that happen."

Lana stood up, laying Aila's body flat on the ground, next to Ronin's. The guilt she felt for killing the boy was something she knew would never go away. It was in the heat of the moment, she was scared and hurt and angry and confused, but that didn't excuse any of it. She pulled out a knife from their packs, pulling the dirty, stained strands of her hair straight, and hacking it off. She needed a fresh start, she needed to be rid of the heartbreak and pain that was here. Lana then turned to Aila, bending down and slicing off a small strand of her hair, slipping it into her pocket. She needed to be rid of what had happened here, but she never wanted to be without Aila.

Tributes Graveyard

11th Place: Aila Sayers (D11F)- I so wanted Lana and Aila to live happily ever after and have a perfect life together. This hurt me so much to write because I love lesbians and I loved their storyline so much.

10th Place: Ronin Cormac (D10M)- Oh Ronin. I really didn't want to write that, I loved him and he was such an interesting character to write, from his friendship and loss of Vivian to his religious awakening, it was great to see how he evolved and still stayed pure throughout :(

Was Locke going insane anywhere near my original plan for the Games...? Nope... Does it somehow work and make kind of sense...? Slightly... I have absolutely no idea why I randomly wrote that, but I guess it turned out okay. Locke's whole reason for fighting and training and killing was his daughter. When she leaves him, especially by choice, I was always going to break him, and given his past of recklessness and aggression, it felt fitting that he would do something like this to try and get her back... Wow, the theme of this chapter really was mind games and losing your mind, look at Locke, Jordan and Salome.

Also for anyone that skipped Salome's part, basically she just debates what's next for her in the arena, and whether or she will survive, before she decides that her role is an overseer, she climbs a tree and decides to ride the Games out up there, warning tributes that walk past if they are being followed.

A lot of things changed here, Lya is gone, Newton is a prisoner, Lana lost her soulmate and Ezra lost his bestie, I can't wait for the fallout in the next chapter!

Hope everyone is safe and well and thank you for reading/reviewing!

Until next time,

Alice xxx