When morning comes I wake up early. I had kept watch for most of the night but not sleeping much the night before, I must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. I turn my head and see that Monty is still sleeping, the small light of our dying fire gives off enough light for me to see. The embers are barely glowing.

I step out of the cave and am shocked to see flakes of snow falling. The feeling of seeing the snowfall while the sun just starts to rise and the birds singing gives off a feeling of calm. For a moment I am at ease. But then I remember where I am. The snow is not good for us. If it snows too much then our footprints will lead everyone to where we are. We could freeze to death. We could get sick, get frostbite. But at least with the snow, we will always have water.

The snow falling will lower visibility, helping conceal us but also making it harder to see others. I head back into the cave and wake Monty, we can't stay here all day. The Gamemakers will see that as boring and draw us out, either by mutts or any other evil thing that they see fit. I pick up the sword that I set aside last night as we slept and I stomp out the rest of the fire that remained. Monty picks up his backpack and the knife that I gave him. The two of us head out, keeping in mind that we will come back tonight. It provided a decent shelter, and with the snow, it will keep us dry.

When Monty sees the snow falling and sticking to the ground his eyes light up. Despite how deadly this snow can be to us we feel the excitement from it. It's childish but I wish that we could set aside the Games and play in the snow. Have a game of snowball fight to lighten the tension that hovers in the air, make a snowman to take our minds off of things, make a snow angel in hope that something will save us from our fate. I see Monty smile up at the sky and then stick his tongue out to catch the snowflakes. Seeing him this way, so innocent, reminds just how young he is. He has barely got to enjoy what life has to give him. I don't stop him from doing what he is doing, I just hope that if the cameras are on us this innocent moment will warm the cold hearts of the citizens of the Capitol.

Our moment of happiness is cut short by a low growl. Both of us snap our heads in the direction of the sounds. My face turns to horror when I see a wolf standing in the tree line growling at us. A mutt, it has to be none of the wolves that I have ever seen are that big. I have seen a few in the woods surrounding my district, they are unable to get in because of the fence that surrounds it. But this wolf has free reign, and it looks like it is ready to attack. I push Monty behind me as I draw my sword out. I don't want to hurt the animals, I have always loved animals and it hurts to see them in pain, but this one wants to kill me. If I am going to die in this arena, then I don't want to die to this wolf. I would much rather die at the hands of another tribute.

The wolf lunges at me and I feel my heart start racing. I can almost see the Gamemakers getting a cannon ready for me. I slash the sword at the wolf slicing its leg. Its jaw latches onto my arm and I cry out. Tears form in my eyes as I watch the wolf bite into my arm. I slowly raise my arm and stab the sword into the chest of the wolf. I hear it whimper and it lets go of my arm and falls to the ground. The snow that had been falling on the ground was now covered in blood, both mine and the wolf's. I hold my arm with my hand and then turn back to Monty.

"You have to let me help you in the next fight," he says and then he steps behind me and unzips my backpack. He takes out the small tube of the cream that I had received last night. He insists that since I have done all of the fightings so far that he gets to take care of me. He pours out a little bit of the liquid and rubs it on the wound on my arm. I thank him softly.

He picks up our gear that we had dropped during the battle with the wolf, I would take the meat from the wolf but I don't know how to clean it up. I have never done anything like that and that wasn't taught in the training lessons. We leave hoping to find something that could help us but also hoping that we don't run into another tribute or another wolf.

The snow crunches beneath our feet and it lands on our hair causing our hair to grow damp. Our breath comes out in little puffs of clouds. My hands are frozen around the hilt of the sword. I wonder why the Gamemakers thought the freezing weather, as well as snow, would be a good idea for this year's Games. There will be at least one of us that will die from exposure, I am grateful that we made that fire last night, it helped keep us warm.

I wonder if I had won over any of the citizens of the Capitol with my battles with the tributes and the wolf. Have I proven to them that I am capable of winning? I have to at least won over some of the sponsors, I got that gift last night. My drifts away from the Capitol to the district that is my home. I wonder if my mother is watching, has she watched in horror as I fought for my life? Is she even watching or is the sight of her only daughter fighting to the death against people that are much bigger than her terrifying her? Did she stay up all night worrying about me?

I push those thoughts away, it does not do well to dwell on those questions. Right now I need to focus on keeping us alive. Monty and I are all that matter right now.

The sun hides behind the clouds, leaving little light for us. I can hear the howl of the wolves in the distance, making me want to get as far away from here as I can. I am not even sure if the cave that we stayed the night in is even safe anymore.

It is already afternoon and there have not been any cannons, no one has died today. The people in the Capitol are going to get bored soon, something terrible is going to happen. "I can climb one of the trees and see what's around us," Monty says after hours of us walking.

I look down at him unsure whether it is a good idea or not, "I don't know. It could be dangerous," I tell him.

He stops walking and turns to me, "This whole place is dangerous, the least I can do is get to a vantage point to see what's out there if there is something that we can use."

"Okay, but be careful, I'll keep watch down here," I tell him and he walks up to a nearby tree and starts climbing. I wonder where he learned how to climb a tree. Maybe his father taught him in fear of him going into the Games as my father taught me the plants.

Rustling in the bushes around me draws my attention away from the tree that Monty is climbing. My heart pounds inside of my chest as I wait for someone to jump out and attack. I am relieved to see that it was just a rabbit jump out instead of a person. I am not ready for another fight. I don't want to end someone else's life.

I hear Monty call down to me from the top of the tree. "I see someone, it looks like they are fighting someone." I hope that no one is nearby that heard him. Someone fighting is good for us, one less person to worry about. Even that thought makes me seem selfish, but I just want to live. Monty quickly climbs back down and grabs my hand and takes off running dragging me behind.

He leads us to a clearing, not the one where the Cornucopia is, a different one. In the distance I see a girl and a guy fighting. Monty was right, but I wonder why he brought us here. "That's Calyptus!" He tells me, "I saw you two talking during training, I figured you were going to be her ally."

I turn back to the people battling and see that it is her and the boy from 11. I see him raise up his spear ready to strike her. Fear builds up inside of me and I take off running towards her before I even realize what I am doing. I don't even have time to get my sword about before I tackle the guy. We both fall to the ground and I see Calyptus stand up. I try to get my sword out but I am not quick enough. An arrow hits him in the eye. He cries out in pain and I turn to look at Calyptus, who is standing there holding the bow. She gets another one ready and shoots it at his heart as he lies on the ground holding his eye. The cannon sounds a moment later.

I stand up and look at her, "Thanks," I say.

She looks at me confused, "Why are you thanking me? You're the one that saved me."

I shrug my shoulders and then my eyes land on the silver bow in her hands, "You're pretty good with that." I say. If I can't have it then I am glad that she has it.

She looks down at the bow, "Oh, this." She raises it up a little to examine it, "I got it for you."

Now it was my turn to stare at her in confusion, "For me?"

She smiles, "Don't think I didn't see you shooting it in training. How you hit the target perfectly. I knew I picked a good ally." I was speechless. I had no idea that she would actually want to be my ally in the arena, let alone get me a weapon that she got from the Cornucopia.

From behind her, I see Monty running over to us, "You were in the bloodbath?" I ask her.

She nods her head and then hears Monty run up behind her. She reaches for her knife and turns around so quick before I can tell her that he was with me. She holds the knife to his neck. "Stop!" I yell at her in fear. "Stop, he's with me. We're allies." I tell her and she slowly lowers her hand.

"He scared me. Can never be too sure in the arena." She puts the knife back into her pocket. "Well, if he's with you, then he's with me. The more the merrier," she says. Monty looks at me relieved.

Just a couple of days ago I was alone, trying to survive alone. Then I got a partner, an ally and we protected each other. And now, we have added someone else to our group. Someone else that can add to protection, or our survival. But the thought of the three of us being the last three lingers in my mind. There was no way I could kill either one of them, they would have to kill me. But that is a problem in the short future, now we need to decide what we are going to do.