Nettle and the girl did not have anything great between them. They had even less food than me, an empty bottle of water and a small box of medicine, half of it had already been used and the scythe had been broken by the mutt in so many parts that were useless. I pack everything before choosing a direction.

I am right now at the opposite direction of the waterfall, and for me it was still not far away enough. But I can't go further into the way of the force field. I am sure that it should have much more arena left for this side. So, I will have to approach. Not for the middle where the cornucopia is, the careers may still be there. I just need to choose between right or left.

I chose one by luck and start to walk.

Maybe I should run, but then I would probably not be able to listen anyone that approaches me. We are seven now. Just a few more days and it would be over. Just a few more days.

But what happen yesterday showed me that I need to have another weapon. Something that will actually kill whoever is left. I don't want to end up defenseless again. If I am going to die, I want fight.

But how?

The problem is still the same. I am too weak. Weaker than anyone else in this arena. I just survive up until now based on luck and a little bit of common sense. It worked until now. But in this moment, I need a strategy to win. There are no vines for me to make a trap and capture whoever is left, I refuse using the force field, a direct fight is big no.

As my breath gets shallower and quicker from the beginning of a panic attack, I think. Somehow. Somehow, I need to make sure I can kill from a distance while giving a show to the Capitol. So that I won't die and they won't kill my family.

It's just that somethings are easier said than done.

Five days passed and I still don't have an answer.

My time is getting shorter. There are only five of us left alive. Aurelian from 1, Augusta from 2, the girl from 3, the boy from 7 and me. Silver and the boy from 9 probably died fighting each other since the canons sounded close from each other. This is good, one less career. And if I am correct both her and the boy from two prefer long raged weapons, this gives me a bigger chance, but I am not naïve enough to think that their district partners weren't trained on it as well.

About them, Aurelian and Augusta are probably no longer together. It is not wise to keep alliances when the game is so close to its end. Even if you are not attached to that person to hesitate to kill them, is rightly possible that someone is going to stab you when you are asleep. Specially if you are strong. This is good. It means that even if I run into someone, they are probably going to be alone.

Not that this increases my slim chance of survival into a face-to-face battle.

The final confront is probably nearby. A couple of days, I guess. And I am still wandering without direction.

The days are visible shorter now, and we only get sunlight for two, maybe three hours if we are lucky, the rest of the clarity in the arena came from the pond and what I imagine was another source of water, I never got too close to look at them in the night. But soon I would be forced to.

I had about another hour of sunlight when I stumble upon it. It was a small glade. Perfectly round but with only about five meters of diameter. It was awful for me. I could see myself so vulnerable without the cover of the trees. But the glade in itself was beautiful, full of colour flowers in hues of white, pink and red almost smush together to create a gigantic bouquet.

They were somehow familiar, yet I was sure that I had never saw them back home. If I had I was sure that I would have brought them home to Chloe. She would probably find way to make paint out of them and then draw all over the walls of our room. I am sure of it. Maybe it would be a sunset, or a couple falling in love, she did it more times than I could count and when the low quality paint starts to fade, she will do something new, there was even that one time she drew a tall tower with golden hair coming out of the window after I told her the story of Rapunzel.

I miss her. I also miss Harper, that is always bossy and keeps complaining about my scraped knees, but would not stand if anyone that says the same thing. I can still hear she saying. "You are my family. I can talk bad about you, but I would beat up anyone that agrees with me." This bring a smile up to my lips as I imagine her with her hands in her hips staring at me as if it was the most obvious thing. I can also imagine Chris and Charlie copying her behind her back and pretending that they didn't do anything when she turns around. I can see Will only opening one eye from the couch to watch the scene and murmur a troublesome before falling asleep again.

I miss them so much. Maybe they are doing this in this exact moment. James wouldn't be in the scene. No, he would probably be working with dad to save money to buy a little doll, because now I am in the final five. I can come back home, so he is trying to find a welcome home gift. It doesn't matter that I am twelve and stopped playing with dolls when I was four. Mom would be at home in my make-up scenario, she would be putting the table for lunch, maybe she forgot that I wasn't home and put a plate for me. I can see her eyes filling up with water. I hope my siblings are taking care of her. Her and dad. I am afraid they would do something reckless if I died. I hope they won't.

Because soon it would be all over. Nine years. In nine years, the revolution is going to begin and it would be the end of the Hunger Games. My nephews will never now the horrors that they brought, for them it would only be something they are teach in the history books just like once I learned about the Cold War.

This is a nice thought.

I still have enough food and water. I don't need to search for more today, this can wait until tomorrow. Now I want to do my last flower crown.