Donald Jensen
Addax was dead. She was never going to insult me again. She would never throw stuff at me. I volunteered to be with her, because, despite how much we fought, I loved her. She was gone now. I didn't think I would protect her or anything, but I wanted to be with her. I didn't want her to die alone. And in the bloodbath, she died, and I scuttled away like a coward. I abandoned her. She was the strongest person I knew, and she died. Like it was nothing. I didn't even know who did it. I should win for her, but I wasn't even sure I wanted to. What would I gain? I could help someone win who deserved it. I used to be so confident and cocky. All that changed when I saw my sister, my best friend in the entire world, laying dead on the ground.
Aggra Hangton
The Games were flying by. It had been four days, counting today, and more than half of us were dead. All of the boy careers died. That was kinda lame. It was me and Penelope, and Maeve too, but I didn't really like her. Then there were the little groms out there somewhere. I had killed one. I would probably kill more. My chances at going home were pretty good, but I was scared. I had volunteered, stoked to be a part of such a gnarly event, but really, it wan't worth it at all. I just trained because everyone else did. My natural athleticism went well to make me the best. But why did I need to be the best? I could have just lived my best life. Now, no matter what happened, I still wouldn't have a normal life.
Delvin Devaruda
I hadn't seen signs of anybody during my entire time, aside from when the ferris wheel rolled and I heard cannons. I was pretty lucky. The gamemakers wouldn't like that. I scratched my neck. I didn't think I would win without allies to keep me safe. I should leave the restaurant and look around for some. Hopefully the careers weren't nearby. After wandering for about an hour, I heard a weird chanting noise from the carousel. I crouched down and shuffled closer.
I saw the girl from eight on a pony, chanting words.
"Alien. Extraterrestrial. Unwelcome. Feared. Mystery. Stereotype."
So of course I walked up and asked to be allies. She said yes. Well, actually she nodded vigorously and said something like wedge? Still, we were allies now.
Loom Weaver Basket
I was scared to leave my shelter, but I had to face it. I needed to find a bathroom. It was embarrassing to think that I could die looking for one, but I was glad it was an urban arena and I didn't have to find a bush. I peeked out from The Snack Shack, and didn't see anybody. I darted across the open space in a random direction. Then I found something. It was a map of the entire park. And there were little paper ones I could take! I took one and saw that there was a bathroom in the other direction from my base, about 100 feet. I don't know how I didn't see it.
No deaths this time. Maybe next time though. Also, wej is Klingon for sure thing.