Alyssa Kimura, 34, Capitol Stylist

My daughter is crying tears of joy that both of her tributes made it past the bloodbath. Lancia is accrediting herself for their survival.

"I told them not to go into the Cornucopia, and they didn't," she recalls as the Control Centre begins to focus more on gathering sponsors for the kids that still live.

For the ones who didn't, however, a more upsetting task arises.

I'm becoming slightly overwhelmed being around so many mentors and Gamemakers, so I retreat back to a somewhat unvisited area; the area where the dead are to be delivered and dressed to be shipped back home in their simple oak coffins. It's five floors down, far away from the action.

Shanell, a gloomy and gothy girl who has somewhat of a respect for the deceased, always volunteers to dress the corpses and paint their faces to look less lifeless. As I expected, she is there when I step through the doors, and she gives me a weary smile.

"Leesie," Shanell greets before turning back to concealing the chest wound of the girl from 11.

The dead kids are back at lightning speed. Kyle and Brocade are not distinguishable, their corpses mangled and in bits, but the others look rather intact. Sophia, Ethan, Garrett, Nerezza, and Sixtine lie peacefully on their tables, flat and unmoving.

I hear the door open and see the bright white hair of Kollene, her dark clothing making her pale features seem striking by contrast. Her cheeks are streaked with dark makeup, signifying her distress.

"You just saw people die, and now you want to be around more dead people?" Shanell, Kollene's full-blooded sister, asks tiredly. Kollene's exile to District 5 made the Capitol certain they wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. As a Snow, turning her into an Avox would have been controversial. We were supposed to be a generation removed from Snow's brutal, authoritarian ways. Yet Kollene's radical ideology, such as free travel between districts and the abolition of the Hunger Games, saw her sent to District 5 for a "special assignment" at the age of thirteen. In a bit of bad luck for the Capitol, the girl won the Hunger Games two years later.

"I just want to see Ethan one more time," Kollene whispers, gliding over to his table and looking down at his lifeless body. His throat is soaked in dry blood.

"Sleep well," is all Kollene tells her dead tribute as she gently kisses his forehead and leaves without another word. I glance over at Shanell, who sighs and brushes her long dark hair from her face.

"It's not easy," Shanell tells me in her pixie voice. "It's not easy for any of us."

Dream Weaver

I stride happily throughout the blood stained floors of the Cornucopia as the bloodbath finally concludes. I'm still trying to stay hidden, because it's too early for confrontation. However, I can't help but eavesdrop on the Career's post-bloodbath conversation. They're all huddled around Coilee and talking in hushed, somewhat dejected voices.

"Come on, Undergaze," Aslan urges, stroking her light brown hair. "You can't die yet. We already lost Kyle. You don't want District 2 to be eliminated before the end of the first day."

Azure scowls at Aslan. "First of all, don't touch her," she hisses at her district partner. She shoves him aside and kneels near Coilee. "Second of all, I think that's the last thing on her mind. She's in a lot of pain."

Coilee just sighs, too drained to even talk.

"Why don't you stay behind with her to guard the horn, then?" Armahni suggests. "Since you two are so close."

Azure hesistantly agrees, sitting down next to Coilee and letting the girl's head rest on her lap. "It's going to get dark soon. You guys should probably get going."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Vinna hisses, turning away from them without another look. "I'm already tired of this pity party."

After the others leave, I notice a look of hatred cross Coilee's face. Her expression is almost scary.

"Don't worry," she whispers to Coilee. "They'll pay for this. All of them. We just have to wait until you're better."

Aslan leads the somewhat tiny group of three away into the twisty forest where, luckily for them, lots of other tributes have headed into for the night. The giggly sun continues to laugh listlessly until it begins to dip further below the horizon, then starts to yawn and take deep, tired breaths.

Huff… huff… huff…

"I'm tired, too," I tell the Sun as if it could hear me. "But tonight, I have work to do." I skip away from the Cornucopia and head into the most populated part of the arena, where Vinna, Armahni, Aslan, Pontiki, Aston, and Magnolia had better not even think about getting a wink of sleep yet.

Altaïr Muhammed, 12, District 9 Male

The bag in my arms feels around ten times heavier than it did earlier. I haven't even checked its contents but at this point I wouldn't even be surprised if it were nothing more than a sack of bricks.

On the bright side, if it's weighing me down so much, there might just be water inside. Cool, refreshing water, which my entire body is screaming for at the current moment. I want so badly to stop sprinting but I don't know who might be on my tail. It could be anyone, but they're probably after my supplies.

I almost wish I had fled with nothing. Of course, I did not find a hidden blade within the weapons, but even to just swipe a slim dagger and be on my way would have been preferable. That way, I could dash through these weird woods with the speed I normally have. Instead, I'm woefully top-heavy and my skeleton feels like it's going to collapse at any moment.

All of a sudden, I hear a chirp. It doesn't sound like a bird's chirp, but I can't put my finger on what other animal it may be. A pink teddy bear bursts from a bush before I can even defend myself and I scream in terror before clasping my hand over my mouth. The bear lands at my feet.

"Greetings, Altaïr! Having fun so far?" The bear can talk. Brilliant.

"Not really," I mumble, taking a few cautious steps back and colliding with a bush with blue leaves. The teddy bear asks why.

"I'm tired." Saying the words makes my whole body feel the need to reaffirm my current state by making all my muscles throb painfully. Constantly moving has not given me much time to take in my exhaustion, but now, I want nothing more than to lie down in a cosy pile of leaves and sleep.

"In need of a good night's sleep, are you?" the bear asks, its strange stitched face smiling. I slowly nod, and it just laughs at me. "Well, don't!"

I raise an eyebrow. "Why not? Is it still too early?"

"Realistically, yes, they haven't even shown the faces in the sky yet," he tells me, "but that's not why you can't sleep. Here, you have to earn your Zs!"

The bear waves its stubby hand in the air, as if to simulate snapping its fingers. A deep growling sound reaches my ears and I turn to see an angry-looking dog walking near me. It's blonde, and fluffy.

"This is a Pomeranian," the bear informs me, "specifically, Aemma's old Pomeranian, Sweetie. It died after getting into some fudge and Aemma dreamt about him for months. As you can see, he's still got an upset tummy, and wants to alleviate it with a meal of delicious children. Your job is to defeat it."

As the dog gets closer to me, the teddy bear jumps around fifteen feet onto the nearest branch of a tree and giggles. "Good luck!"

I just ran for three hours, but it looks like more fleeing was in my immediate future.

Lilac Rafflesia, 16, District 12 Female

Did we really just do that? We did! We disabled the Careers for a moment and allowed an innocent boy to get away. He's probably pretty frazzled because he saw his partner die before his eyes, but still.

Ryker wants to set up a camp, but Damon is more restless.

"We have to keep going, who knows how far away those assholes are?" he asks, constantly looking around as if they were going to jump out of a crevice at any given moment.

"Chill!" I snap at him, panting. "I'm sweating buckets. I've probably sweated all the water out of me. If they did find us, I wouldn't be able to run from them." Damon sighs, realizing my point.

"Alright," he says, defeated. "I guess we can make a shelter."

The place we've stopped at is strange. The ground is rocky and glittering, and various pale purple canyons can be seen in the distance. They don't even seem that far off. The plus is that there's plenty of caves to hide in. I just hope we find a waterfall or something.

Ryker and my brother managed to grab medium sized bags from the fray. They weren't really backpacks, more like an overnight bag you might bring to a sleepover. Ryker's is pink and patterned with roses, and Damon's has cat paws on it. I, on the other hand, managed to loot only a small knife, but it's better than nothing.

We eagerly empty the bags and scan their contents. Ryker's contains a bottle of lavender lotion, some kettle corn, a bag of dog treats, a sleeping mask, a dog collar and leash, some melatonin tablets, a canteen of water, and an empty pillowcase.

Damon's bag holds some lighter fluid, a bag of marshmallows, some cookie wafers that smell like molasses or maybe brown sugar, chocolate bars, small boxes of apple juice, and a rolled up fleece blanket.

"Interesting…" Ryker mumbles as he analyses some of the stranger objects laid before him.

"What the hell are we supposed to do with dog treats?" I ask in an annoyed tone. Did they really mean to dehumanize us by making us eat dog food when we're on the brink of starvation? That's rich. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

We lay down the blanket on the rocks, which only slightly alleviates the discomfort of sitting on the hard ground. We split a 'dinner' of kettle corn and rationed water, and as we eat in silence I can't help but chuckle.

"This sort of is like camping," I joke, recalling Ryker's quip from a few days ago. The first day of training wasn't that long ago but it feels like years already! My suddenly numbered days make my sense of time in general kind of wonky.

"Should we sing a campfire song?" Ryker suggests, and Damon and I whip our heads at him in horror.

"That's so cringey!" Damon cries. "We might as well sing, 'Oh, Careers, come and kill us please, we've got nothing to live for before we are deceased…'"

"Uhm… did you think of that on the spot, or have you been waiting to use that?" I ask my brother. He just shrugs.

"I've had it in the ol' noggin, might as well serenade those bastards before they do me in."

"You're way too pessimistic," Ryker tells Damon, crossing his arms. "We already ruined their day. Why not ruin their entire Games as well?"

"Wishful thinking," I say wearily, shaking my head. "Best case scenario, we never see them again."

All three of us nod in agreement, but we all know that probably isn't going to happen.

Pontiki Aror, 16, District 5 Female

Aston's breaths are more like sobs as I urge her to just keep going, trying to convince her, without much luck, that we were far away from the Cornucopia.

We've run out of the woods with the red trees and now we've reached what appears to be a gigantic playground, large enough to hold an entire school of playing children. For us, though, it's deserted. The checkerboard floor throughout the area and the pastel blue, purple, and pink landscape makes it almost look childish.

Most of the structures aren't really good hiding places, but I do notice a large play castle that seems inviting. It's pale green, with accents of lilac, and it's made of wood.

You have to climb up a ladder to get inside, so I toss the moon bag up to allow myself to climb up first then reach my hand out to help Aston. She seems to have calmed down a bit now and relaxes when we are both safely inside the castle. A tiny window facing the entire playground will give us a good view of who is coming, and whether we need to keep hiding or leave.

"Look, we made it," I tell her in a tired voice. She just nods slowly and hugs herself. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm fine," Aston whispers, hanging her head.

"I'm in shock too, okay? Like, I can't believe we're actually in the arena. It doesn't even feel real. But we'll get through it." I gently grab her chin and hold her head up so she makes eye contact with me. Her brown eyes meet mine for a moment but then avert, focusing on the ground.

"If we're the final two…" Aston says in a wistful tone, "I'll let you win, I promise."

"Well, we aren't even there yet," I say as-a-matter-of-factly, chuckling a little. "Let's just focus on right now, all right?" Aston talking like that makes me wonder if she would really do that or if she's just trying to gain my trust. Oh well, she's been more trustworthy than anyone else has been to me in years. Shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Suddenly trumpets start to blare in the arena and I wonder if I'm dying already. But it's just the anthem. I hadn't really realized how dark it actually was. The chuckling moon is there to greet me when I peer out the window for a view of the faces. I ask Aston if she wants to look.

"No," says Aston, pulling her knees to her chest. "Just tell me if Indy died or not."

"Alright," I tell her as I focus back on the night sky. The boy from 2, the girl from 3, Ethan, the boy from 7, the boy from 8, the girl from 9, and the girl from 11. I'm surprised by the presence of the creepy boy from 2's face but also saddened to see Ethan. I wasn't able to see if he had made it or not, but I was leaning towards him not making it past the opening minutes. He had not proved me wrong, unfortunately.

"Indy's fine," I confirm to Aston, who smiles slightly. "Do you want to go find him?"

"No! I mean… not really. If we ever ran into him, that would be kind of nice." Aston scrambles to a corner of the room and leans on a wall. That's weird. Does she have a crush on him or something?

I comb through the contents of my bag, pleased to find a pink plastic canteen of water. There's only one, so I offer some to Aston, but she declines, saying she is not thirsty.

"Just sip," I urge her, and after some coaxing she finally does. There's also an extra oversized grey hoodie in the bag so I claim it for myself, as there's a slight chill in the night air. I perk up upon noticing the pack of cookies.

"Time to pig out," I say to myself as I carefully open the package, trying not to disturb Aston. That girl deserves some peace in her final days.

Night 1! I've decided that if you want to sponsor your tribute, just PM me what you want to send. The more you review, the more moon points you have, so I'll probably be more willing to accept something large like a weapon.