Altar laced his shoes and looked up. The sky was less dark than it had been the day before. He was hoping that was a sign that everything around him would slowly start to clear up. He gave a fierce look outwards. He was nervous about this decisions.

His whole plan had been to find his brother, and now with that opportunity finally coming forward he was ready to get out of the cornucopia. The place wasn't going to be very safe much longer anyways. He was lucky nobody had come across him while he laid in there for two days straight.

Soon, it was possible that more tributes would find their way towards the cornucopia in an attempt to find shelter in case of an even bigger disaster. Altar honestly wouldn't honestly be surprised if the careers were stationed outside of the cornucopia, slowly making their way forwards.

Altar took some deep breaths, trying to prepare himself for what could be quite frankly the most grueling and suicidal journey's ever. This was probably not going to work. Altar didn't even mind though. He was going to go straight ahead, and find his brother. He was sure he could do it. Picking up his back, Altar took a peak outside of the cornucopia.

From what he saw, there weren't any tributes just wandering around. Hopefully nobody was hiding in the grass awaiting him. If he was lucky, he'd be able to outrun an attacker. If they used weapons like arrows or spears then there was a likely chance that he was going to die...

Then again, what would tributes have been doing stationing around the cornucopia through a storm..

Looking up at the sky, Altar couldn't tell the time of day due to the grey clouds.

Paying close attention to his surroundings, he slowly exited the cornucopia and walked outside. It wasn't raining anymore, but there was a large chill in the air. He could even see his own breath.

Slowly but shortly he made his way across the grass, keeping check of his surroundings. His surroundings had changed since the last time he'd been outside. Uprooted trees. Grass completely wiped out and in its place, the dirt. It seemed like even the cornucopia was a little off, but he was sure that was him.

While Altar walked through the grass, he found himself getting distracted by the surroundings. Especially walked by the pedastools the tributes would jump off to run straight towards the cornucopia. He was getting a little bit of deja vu.

It had been what, a week? A week in the games... and the memories of the bloodbath still stung hard for a kid like Altar. His experiences hadn't been the worst. He got out with only a large cut on the arm (Compared to everybody else he was quite lucky) and got a bag with some great supplies. Watching the bloodbath happen though... Still hurt.

The District 3 girl, the girl who was next to him, getting killed by one of the older kids. He was lucky his path wasn't in the midst of the chaos. It was a few meters away from the bloodiest part of the bloodbath and thankfully it took a while for any other tribute to notice a survivor.

The whole event horrified him. He'd seen countless bloodbaths live. The 99th seemed out of control and unfollowable. The ones before that were just the same. The 98th was already THE most controversial moment in the history of the Hunger Games. Experiencing it was its own monster though.

Eventually he found himself in the meadow of flowers... Er, well it was the meadow of flowers. All the flowers are gone now. It sent a chill up Altars spine.

The place had already been a death trap from the start. While the slowing down problem may have been fixed, the sight made Altar nervous.

Thinking a little harder, the kid shook his head and faced forward. He needed to pay attention and make sure no tributes were potentially following him or watching him. He started picking up his pace and running towards the forest up ahead, behind the forest would be the mountainous region.

As he jogged along the path, he was starting to think of the remaining tributes. 2 people died in the storm from what I know. He was honestly surprised the more people hadn't died in the storm. That would've made the odds a whole lot easier on him.

Speaking of odds, something had Altar thinking as of recent.

How was he even alive...

He was really under the assumption that the gamemakers let him be due to his age, wanting the younger audience to have somebody to root for and giving him a better path. Though this never happened in the others games... He was curious... But then again, this was just a theory with not roots or background. Chances were, he was making a massive guess.

Anyways, soon Altar founds himself at the entrance of the forest. Around the same place he had met up with Byke earlier in the games.

He looked around, some memories coming back. They also met Troy around this area and well... It was fun.

However, Altar shook his head, wanting these memories to pass on. However, these memories still stung. He continued through the forest, holding his backpack tightly. The forest had been quite devastated by the storm that had passed through the area. Many trees had been overturned. Matter of fact, there was an entire field of view that had been practically wiped off the map. No trees in sight.

Soon, Altar found himself wandering straight into this area. He was curious, like the kid he was. On the inside, Altar scolded himself for wanting to jump right in. However, he didn't stop himself.

He could see in the distance, the way towards the mountainous region. Maybe this would be a quicker route. In an instant, he rushed past all the fallen and broken trees and made his way to the other side. He took some breaths. He was glad nothing bad happened to him. Now on the other side of the forest, he entered another area. This part he hadn't exactly been too. The ground was wet and damp.

The water from the storm had yet to clear up. He walked over some trees before leaning against one of the trees, exhausted. He took a few breaths, thinking of the direction he was going next...

"WHACK"

When suddenly a dart hit the very tree he was leaning against. Altar fell back, falling straight into the water. He got up quickly however, frantically looking around the area. He saw the dart in the tree and quickly got it out.

WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS! He thought to himself, questioning where the dart had come from and exactly when they'd strike again. He couldn't just jump out into the open and start sprinting... That was an obvious no-no. He wasn't even safe behind the tree.

It seemed almost in an instant his senses had been sharped by this worry. Altars heart thumped against his chest at a quick pace. The wind howled around him. He quieted himself though, making sure he could hear his assailant. He peaked out from the tree quickly before looking back. Nothing...

Altar even stopped breathing for a moment, making sure he couldn't hear footsteps or something like that. Nothing but silence though.

Altar thought about it. There could very much be a possibility that that could have just been a booby trap he accidentally set off but either way Altar was NOT a risk taker. He wondered how he was gonna get himself out of this one. It wasn't like he was safe behind the tree. For all he knew, he could be quietly moving in order to to get a better angle in order to get him while he was thinking. Altar shuddered. He wasn't sure what move to make. The best he could do was stay quiet and await the sound of movement. If he was lucky he could probably get around him.

Altar wondered what he was supposed to do. This tree was not going to protect him forever. It felt like hours before he felt the courage to try and move himself. Quickly, he peaked from over the tree in an attempt to goad the person in shooting at him again. However, nothing was done.

Altars heart rate had already begun to rapidly slow down. Did the person leave? Were they just waiting for him to come out in full to get a good shot?

He sighed, holding his heart. He was at a breaking point. Chances were, he was going to die. He angrily hit hit head against the tree. He didn't want to die. At least yet. What was he going to do?

What COULD he do?

He grit his teeth and held his bag tightly. There was only one thing he could do. In an instant, Altar bolted off, speeding away. If he was going to die, he needed to at least attempt to use the one percent chance of escape he had. He made a run for it.

Suddenly, he felt a stabbing pain in his leg. He screamed out in agony. The pain began to swell up and he fell to the ground. Altar felt it: tears. Tears because he was now going to die. He was trying to stay calm but Altar had begun hyperventilating. His eyes widening up larger and larger.

He saw a foot stomp down next to him in the mud. He tried looking up to get a glimpse and as he did, he could tell.

District 3.

He could hear the boy whispering to himself.

"I don't think he's dead yet. The poison should get him slowly though. No matter how long it takes, it'll save me the blood." He said, walking off.

Altars stopped sobbing suddenly. Poison...

Poison... Poison...

He couldn't feel anything yet, aside from the painful dart stuck in his leg. He tried getting a peak back so he could make sure the District 3 boy wouldn't see him. At this point, the District 3 boy was nowhere to be seen. Altar rubbed his palm against the needle. He held back a yell. It hurt badly as he touched it.

He swiftly pulled it out of his leg and grit his teeth through the pain. He looked down at his leg. A ink black substance was dripping out of his leg. He felt himself starting to tear up.

He was going to die... And there wasn't a single thing he could do about it.

He wasn't sure whether or not it would be slow and painful or short and sweet. He was hoping it would be instantaneous. Hopefully he would die before his body could rot. He untensed so the pain from the dart would not be as severe as it was.

Then, quiet.

The air was still. The were some cold breezes every now and then but the whether for the most part was just average fall whether. For what felt like hours, Altar reminisced on past events. Everything that had happened up to this point. His alliance. The lift into the arena. The days spent in the Capitol.

He looked up at the sky.

"I lasted 7 days... Not bad... For a kid like me..." Altar sighed, defeated.

As he laid his head down again, suddenly there was a loud yell. A scream to be specific. One of sudden shock mixed with agony.

"BOOM!" And soon afterwards, a canon.

Altars wanted to turn around and see what all the commotion had been. If this was a person and if that person was coming to finish Altar off sooner than expected. However he was too weak. His eyes began to close.

Before he felt his eyes completely close though... He heard a voice. One very familiar...

"Oh no! Altar... You'll be fine, Don't worry. We're gonna go home..."

...

It took me halfway through writing this to realize I wrote the entire thing in 3rd person... I'm done...

Remaining Tributes

District 1 Male

District 1 Female

District 2 Male

District 4 Male

District 4 Female (Monica)

District 5 Female (Circa)

District 9 Male (Bran)

District 9 Male

District 9 Female

District 10 Female (Bella)

District 11 Male (Altar)

District 11 Male (Alma)

District 11 Female (Ceres)