Ok, here's another chapter! I hope you enjoy it.

I also want to thank Emerald Chrysalis for the nice review. Seriously, stuff like that really makes my day. :D

Without further ado, this is Night 7!

District 6: Livia Fleet, Age 15

"Ouch!"

I peer at my leg, which now has a long cut that runs along my kneecap. Little droplets of blood begin to drip down my calf, and I quickly wipe them away. "Hey, could I get a band-aid?" I ask the sky hopefully. Surely little bandages don't cost that much money. Someone could easily sponsor me with one. Unfortunately, the only sound that greets me is the twittering of the birds in the trees. I guess a scrape isn't exactly a top priority in the Capitol.

"You okay?" Alyx asks, glancing down at my leg.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say. "It's getting dark out. We should keep moving." I try to ignore the sticky scarlet blood that shines on my leg- it freaks me out. Sure, I know it's only a little cut and it's not going to kill me. But it reminds me that tomorrow, I could be dead. I could be lying face down in the dirt, a sword or a spear in my back and my blood flowing freely from my body.

District 1: Blaze Hale, Age 17

Seriously? I just had a fight with the Careers and lost my district partner. Why on earth do the gamemakers have to send a freaking jaguar after me?

The jaguar's spotted fur ripples as it stalks towards me slowly, growling. I hold my spear up defensively, backing away and praying that it'll give up and leave without trying to kill me. The hope is silly, though- the gamemakers specifically sent this to attack me. So I'm not the least bit surprised when it leaps at me with a screech.

I stab upward with my spear and manage to knick it on the shoulder, which makes it whimper and back off temporarily. Then it comes at me again with surprising speed, and I have to jump out of the way to avoid being impaled by it's razor-sharp claws. I whip my spear around and hit the jaguar with the blunt end of the stick, stunning it for a moment and giving me a door of opportunity to take the jaguar down. I stab down and my spear sinks into its flesh. It lets out a pure scream of pain, which makes me feel guilty for a second, but I continue to push down with my spear before yanking it out. The jaguar hobbles around for a moment, looking disoriented, before falling to the ground, dead. I wipe the blood off my spear, a proud smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

It's going to take a lot more than that to bring me down.

District 11: Cole Cambridge, Age 13

I cry.

And I cry.

And I cry.

Crying is all I've known for the past day. I've tried to pick myself up, pull it together, but I just… can't. Because whenever my tears begin to dry, I think of Angelica's cold, lifeless body and start sobbing once more.

The bing of a sponsor parachute makes me pause momentarily. I wonder who would want to sponsor me? I haven't really done much of anything these entire games. The only really exciting thing I've accomplished is killing Beckett, but even that was more luck than anything else. Maybe somebody in the Capitol feels bad for me. The thought sends a ripple of disgust down my spine. I don't want some deranged Capitolite's sympathy. They're the ones that caused this mess. The fact that they could sit around in their expensive homes watching the games without a care in the world, than have the nerve to feel sorry for me, is just downright awful.

I reluctantly open the package when it reaches me and see a loaf of bread, a full bottle of water, and a few cans of soup. I also find a note inside. My hands begin to tremble a little when I see that it's from my mother.

Dear Cole,

You need to do something. Get up. Start walking. Get your life together. I know it was painful and shocking to lose your friend like that, but you need to get over it. Otherwise, the Capitol is going to get bored and kill you. I believe that you can make it home. You're getting so close! You just have to keep fighting. It's what Angelica would have wanted.

Everyone back in District 11 is rooting for you, Cole. You can do this. I love you and I miss you. ~Mom

I feel tears once again beginning to build up behind my eyes, but I force them down. Slowly and painfully, I gather up my supplies and get to my feet. A memory of Angelica's cold hand flutters through my mind, and my legs threaten to give out from under me, but I force myself to keep standing. Then I begin to walk. I take one step. Two steps. Three steps. Each one tears at the very fabric of my existence, but I keep walking, keep fighting against the exhaustion and the pain and the anguish. Whenever I want to give up, I remember what my mom said- Angelica wouldn't have wanted me to quit. So I keep on walking for her.

Angelica will not die in vain- I'm going to make sure of that.

District 8: Alyxandra Lernan, Age 16

"Hey, it's the anthem!"

Livia and I crawl out of the shelter we made and look up at the sky. We heard a cannon earlier today, so somebody died. I cross my fingers that a Career died today as the Capitol seal pops up. Soon, it's replaced by the image of the District 1 girl.

I pump my fist in the air triumphantly before realizing how terrible it is for me to celebrate the death of a young girl, even if she did volunteer for this. I can't help but feel excited, though. She was the youngest Career in the pack this year, but her skill with a bow and arrow was phenomenal. Her death means that Livia or I have a much better chance of going home.

"Well," I say, "only five more Careers have to die and we'll be all set."

District 3: Scorpius Herin, Age 16

So, Ariana kicked the bucket.

Ten tributes are left in the arena. I think for a moment, trying to remember who's still alive. I know Erin's dead, obviously, as well as her district partner. All the tributes from Districts 5, 7, and 10 are gone. Jessica's dead. The thought sends a guilty pang through my stomach, but I push it away- there's no place for emotion in the Hunger Games. Both Marco and Tom Shavel have passed on, as well. The weak boy from District 6, Nathan, was killed in the bloodbath. Erin's old ally and Albin's district partner, Rois, died a few days ago. I saw the District 11 girl's face in the sky yesterday. So who all is left?

Five of the Careers are still alive, unfortunately. Hopefully they never find me while they're out hunting. Albin's also still living, and I'm assuming he's looking for me right now, hoping to exact some revenge on me for betraying him. I'm not worried about it, though. He doesn't have any supplies with him since I stole them all. Even if he does find me, he'll be too weak to do any damage.

Besides them, the girls from Districts 6 and 8 are still in the games, as well as the boy from 11. And then there's me. I might be a bit of an underdog right now, what with half of the tributes left being Careers. I'm alright with that, though. I'll stay hidden in the shadows until the time is right. Then I'll swoop in and steal the victory.

Nobody will see me coming until it's too late.

No deaths this chapter. I'm hoping that Day 8 will be out pretty soon, so stay tuned for that!