Mako won after Arielle was killed by the anaconda mutt. In the top eight, the flood submerged all the islands. Mako swam around killing any Tributes who didn't drown.
Leo Serrocold- District Eleven male
"He's not dead! We can still have a little fun!"
The spear through my chest stuck into the grass in front of me, propping me up. I flopped over on my side, gasping and tugging at it, as Mako ran closer.
This is it. Nothing to lose now, I thought as I lay dying.
Mako flipped me over and grabbed the spear in both hands. He pulled, dragging it out of me. He leaned down to examine his handiwork and do a little gloating. His face was right above mine when I grabbed the shaft with both my hands and shoved up with the last of my strength. He hadn't expected the move, so he hadn't had time to brace himself. His arms shot up with mine and the spear slid into his face, slicing through his eye. His cannon sounded almost immediately, and he fell beside me.
"Oh, just get it- what the hell?" Arielle emerged from the vegetation, at first exasperated with Mako and then stunned by the sudden turn of events. I drew myself up painfully, crouching over Mako's body with the spear held out.
"Come on over! You want some, too?" I screamed, waving the spear in a wild arc and almost toppling over.
Arielle kept her distance, regarding me warily. She looked at the gaping wound in my stomach, then at her ally lying dead at my feet. I could see her making the calculations. She'd no doubt been taught that wounded prey was more dangerous and that a wound of my kind was fatal anyway. She gave Mako a rueful smirk and left without another word.
Time to die, I thought when I collapsed the moment she left. I lay on my back, looking up at the pretty trees. And then a parachute settled down onto me.
I barely had the strength to open the package, and I thought it was probably a note or maybe a little sweet to make my last moments happy. Instead I found a fancy-looking bandage and a bottle of "blood replacer" pills. I laboriously wrapped the bandage in and around my wound according to the instructions and swallowed a handful of pills.
The greenery was tall, and a lot of the Tributes were on other islands. For the four days I spent recuperating, drinking dew and eating any insects that happened by, I was undisturbed. When I finally got the strength to start walking, I spent the next two days regaining my balance and stretching my cramped legs. By the time I was really in the fight again, only six Tributes were left. Later, in the Capitol, I saw footage of the storm that killed most of them.
I only saw one other Tribute in the Arena. The boy was filthy and stringy-haired from the weeks in the wild. He looked more like an ape than a boy. When we saw each other, we flew into battle like wild animals. He came at me so fast I didn't have time to aim my spear, and I only hit his arm. We tumbled on the grass, baring our teeth and curling our fingers into claws. When he slipped on some grass and fell on his back, I stomped his face in. It wasn't until the replay that I saw the boy I killed was Damian. I hadn't even recognized him. I couldn't tell he was human.