District 3

Lennox Porter

Yesterday, no cannons fired. It was greatly disappointing to know that even despite my sponsor gift, I couldn't secure any kills and the stone is still in the girl's hands. I'm hoping that the spiders provided at least enough excitement for the viewers that the Gamemakers will keep me around for a bit longer. Perhaps they think that was just a taste of what's about to come from me, and I'll be causing action in the arena left and right before long.

I definitely can't promise big moves of any sort for certain, but I suspect that now I'm right in the middle of the arena again, I won't have such an easy time.

After setting the spiders upon the girl and boy, I ran off, hoping the spiders would kill them and I could return later for the jewel. However, no cannons had rung out after a few hours, and I returned to the same spot in hopes they'd be laying there, dying. Neither was there, but all of the supplies were laid out on the ground with the exception of the girl's crossbow and gem. Despite my initial disappointment, I was pleased with my array of supplies, and I took the most useful items. I left only an empty satchel (I transferred all of its contents into the other) and the boy's sword. I had wanted to take it with me, but it was heavy and I couldn't use it, especially with only one arm.

I've been trying to find the girl again, but I haven't been able to. I have no idea where she went, so I'm just hoping I somehow stumble upon her at this point. My only hope is someone doesn't kill her before me.

I sit perched in a tree, taking a long sip from one of my water bottles. My quick tally of supplies provided me with enough to keep me moderately comfortable for a few days. It's by no means plentiful, but after having nothing for so long, it feels luxurious. It's also comforting to know that it's unlikely anyone else has a lot - except maybe the Careers, but they had to have worn down their supplies by now and they weren't granted that much to begin with.

I start when Leandros Winthrop's voice booms throughout the arena.

"Tributes! I understand that many of you are beginning to feel the wear of hunger and thirst now that we are reaching the two-week mark. At only the Final 8, Leda and I decided it was time to shake things up a bit."

A feast, I decide, without much surprise. I've been expecting a feast to occur ever since we entered the Final 10, so it was about time. Especially since we had no deaths yesterday.

"Contrary to what I'm guessing you're thinking, there will not be a feast. At least, not today. Today we've decided to a few mutts upon all of you - Leda has predicted at least two deaths from the muttations, so this event with likely launch us even closer to the finale. None of you, no matter where you are or what condition you're in, will be spared. Today, everyone will suffer. May the odds be ever in your favor."

When Leandros finishes his announcement, I gape at the sky in shock. No feast? That wasn't what I expected… usually, the feast occurs around this time, when the Capitol is itching for blood and a Victor. But I suppose sending muttations upon tributes will have a similar result. What did Leandros say? They expect two deaths?

Unfortunately, I feel like my cannon will be one of the two they expect to ring out today.

I've barely managed to pack up my things when I hear a rustling from the brush below me. I freeze, unsure whether it's a tribute or one of the muttations they sent out. I hold my breath, watching the ground as someone emerges from the shrubbery.

At first, I think it's a tribute. From this height, I can only see the top of their head and the yellow of their jacket. Knowing that the color corresponds with the District, I scan my brain in hopes of placing the tribute. It doesn't take me too long to remember which District wears yellow - after all, I'm dressed in it.

Why would another tribute be wearing yellow, when it's for District 3 and Nikola is dead -

The moment I place things together, the tribute looks up at me and I'm seeing the dead face of Nikola Allegra. He glares, and then his pale, colorless features contort into a wicked smile that turns my blood to ice. When I've regained my senses, I swing the satchel over an arm and begin scaling down the tree with my knife clutched between my teeth. There's no use waiting up in the tree - the best I can do is try to fight my former District partner.

I'm hoping he's it. I'm hoping the Gamemakers won't send any more tributes after me. I think I can fight Nikola, even with a missing arm. He doesn't even have a weapon, which gives me hope. Nonetheless, I feel a churning in my gut as I hop off the tree, ready to fight.

I stick my landing, drawing my knife immediately. Nikola has patiently waited at the foot of the tree for me, and is ready when I lunge at him, slicing my blade in an arc that skims his stomach, even though he jumps away. Despite the decent gash on his skin, he doesn't bleed. He barely seems to acknowledge the cut in his stomach.

I only now notice the bolt sticking out of his chest. There's only a small stain of blood on his shirt, indicating he died quickly. I wasn't at the Bloodbath, so I previously had no idea how he died. I was only alerted of his death when his pictured showed in the sky that first night. I didn't feel much sadness then - I didn't allow myself to talk with him much during the pre-games, not wishing to create a bond with him, so when I saw his face in the sky, it brought me no more sadness than the others. Well… maybe a bit more, considering he was a touch of home and if I didn't survive, I would have liked him to, but I couldn't really afford to feel that way.

Now, I feel sad. Or if not sadness, guilt and regret that I didn't initially care. After all, no matter how much I ignore it, Nikola was the one I talked with most before entering the arena, and he was the only hint of District 3 I had in this damn arena other than the bracelet I wear around my wrist.

But that doesn't stop me from slamming my knife blade into his skull when he runs at me, fists raised. After I yank the knife out, he crumples to the ground, dead… again. I wait for a minute, worried he might rise, but he doesn't. Satisfied, I take a step back.

Was that it? Was that the challenge that was supposed to bring about two deaths?

I wait a moment longer, wondering if there's a trick, but nothing happens. Shrugging in satisfaction, I turn around.

If seeing Nikola smile chilled my blood, it's nothing compared to what stands behind me. A tall boy with scars on his face stands staring at me with his signature sadistic grin etched on his face. Despite the dagger sticking out of his stomach, he stands proudly. Dennis Fielder is as terrifying as ever, and I can't help but let out an ear-piercing scream as he takes a step toward me.

District 1

Trajan Seth

It's my worst nightmare.

One by one, the people I've slaughtered emerge from the brush, their clothes in tatters and blood caking their skin. First is the boy from District 12, his skull sloping from where I slammed the rock into it. Dried blood cakes his face and neck, but that doesn't stop him from grinning maniacally at me, revealing blood-stained teeth.

"Remember me, Trajan?" he asks in a gravelly voice as he steps towards me. "You don't know my name, do you? You killed me, without even bothering to learn my name. Without even bothering to acknowledge the fact that I'm human. Not one of your sheep."

Next is the girl from District 8, Linen, who crawls toward me from under a bush. There's a wide hole in her chest from where I drove my spear, and her indigo jacket has turned red from the blood. She drags herself across the ground at a quick pace, no longer having use of her legs.

"Do you still feel proud about killing me?" she inquires. "A crippled thirteen-year-old… are you still impressed with yourself? I know you bragged to Lucretius about murdering me, even though I couldn't even fight back. Not that it mattered. I was still much weaker than you. Are you proud?"

Finally, Lucretius Marlo pokes his head out from behind a tree, smiling with wild eyes. My eyes immediately drift to the large puncture wounds in his side, but the green tint of his blood makes me sick and I move my vision back up to meet his face - a mistake. His colorless face is contorted in a grisly smile.

"It's your fault I died, isn't it? You were tasked with sucking out the poison. Did you purposefully do a terrible job, or were you just incompetent? Either way, the poison pumped through my veins because of you. Do you accept that, or are you too much of a coward to? Are you just lying to yourself?"

I don't know what to do as the three begin lurching toward me, walking with a murderous tone to their smiles. I take an anxious step back before turning on my heel and running away. Fighting them seems foreign - I can't do that.

Look at you, Trajan. You're running from your problems. Only sheep do that. You're a sheep now, aren't you?

District 1

Cecelia Hart

My grip around the sword tightens and I nervously lick my lips as my eyes dart around the cave. I haven't encountered any of the mutts yet, despite it being noon already. The mutts must be very dangerous, if the Gamemakers are predicting two deaths at their hands.

I found this cave last night, and I've been camped out in it ever since then. It's nice to have a space to relax in, even if I haven't actually done much relaxing inside. I've just been waiting for the muttations to come for me, so I've barely taken my eyes off of the cave entrance.

Fortunately, the cave is small so I just needed to place simple snare near the entrance and voila - I have a trap for any mutts that enter. Despite this safety net, I remain nervous and don't allow myself to do anything other than watch the door - there's not much else I can do, anyway.

I hear a twig snap outside and sit up straight, ears perked up. It's either another tribute or the promise muttation - more likely the latter. When I see a dark figure enter, I jump to my feet, sword ready to swing.

Before I can see what (or who) it is, they step straight into my snare and are jolted up, leg hanging from a rope attached to the ceiling.

They dangle for a moment, slightly swinging, but I don't approach. Because I've recognized them. The blue jacket, the auburn hair, and of course - only one arm. It's Noelani.

I gasp, unable to conceal a small sob as I look watch her swing from side to side. She's a mutt - she must be! But what if she isn't? What if she's actually alive? I should help her, shouldn't I?

I approach slowly, my sword lowered. My free hand reaches up to cover my gaping mouth. Upside down, she spins slowly until she faces me. I'm reaching to let her down when all of a sudden, her face stretches into a manic smile that would never cross the face of the girl I loved. I jump back immediately, drawing my hand away as she starts reaching for me, rotted hand grasping at my jacket. It encloses around the white leather, and I yelp, automatically swinging my sword down at her hand.

The sword cuts right through, and the hand is severed, dropping away from her wrist. There's no blood, but that almost makes it worse since I can see all of the tendons and veins and flesh and muscle and bone inside her wrist. I gag, backing up. I just cut off Noelani's hand…

No! It wasn't Noelani. I have to remind myself of that. This is just the mutt. Nonetheless, it makes my heart wrench when I look at the smile on her face and her severed hand. I cover my eyes when I step forward to behead her. I don't want to watch her head leave her body.

District 7

Vincent Elm

Tristana looks at me nervously as we hear footsteps approach us.

"What should we do?" she whispers.

"Get behind me and notch your crossbow," I order, and she complies with no reluctance. I get my sword ready. I found Tristana early this morning, to my relief. I was concerned I'd lost her after being chased away by… myself. Moments after we found each other, the announcements about the mutts were made. We've been expecting this moment all day, but that doesn't remove the fear from my heart.

There's a veil of vines hanging from a tree in front of us, and footsteps are coming from directly behind it. I know any second, the mutts will break through, ready to kill us.

I'm proved correct when a second later, two people push aside the vines and step into my line of vision. It takes a moment for me to place them, but I recognize them as the Sprucen Willes and Zaira Quentin, the former tributes for my District. I know both of them to be dead - but yet, they stand in front of me with scary grins on their faces. Zaira has a small gunshot hole in her chest, which has stained her arena clothing with a bit of blood. Willes, on the other hand, has several bloody stab wounds covering his neck and upper chest, which has absolutely caked his dark green sweater in blood. Neither seems fazed by these grisly wounds, though, they just stare at me with smiles on their faces.

I'm about to tell Tristana to shoot when she lets out a blood-curling scream. I spin around, forgetting about the District 7 pair, and see three girls standing on the other side, who I think are Tristana's former allies.

One of them, who must be Yael, has a deep slash along her neck - a bloody smile from where Rachel slit her throat. Next to her is the charred figure of a small girl who can only be Arabella Cantros. She's the worst to look at - she's unrecognizable, skin burnt to a crisp and full chunks of her flesh missing. It's absolutely sickening, and I feel bile rising in my throat. Tristana's sobbing as she looks at her.

The last girl, Rachel, has a dent in her skull from where Tristana struck her with a rock. She's the first one to take a step forward, which causes Tristana to scream again. Even I feel like letting out a scream, but I restrain myself. Screaming will just distract me, and I need to stay focused if I want to survive -

My train of thought is cut off as I take a blow to the side of my head and I'm knocked to the ground.

"Vincent!" I hear Tristana yell out, but it's difficult for me to focus. My head feels fuzzy with an ache at my temple and I can feel warm, sticky blood trailing down my ear.

I look up, my vision starting to clear, and I see Willes standing over me, grinning wickedly. A moment later, the face of Zaira appears over my head and before I can react, she stops her boot down onto my face.

I scream as I feel my nose begin to gush blood. I try to get back to my feet, but Willes kicks me in the side, knocking the wind out of me.

I hear Tristana scream, and I poke my watering eyes open enough to see her get carried away by her former allies. I try to run after her, getting to my knees, but I'm stopped as Zaira sends a swift kick between my legs. I fall to the ground in pain, temporarily crippled. The pain doesn't get a chance to subside before someone grabs onto my black hair and yanks my head back sharply, bringing me back to my knees.

I feel Willes grab my face, one hand on the top of my head and the other holding on my chin. Through all of the pain rushing through my body from multiple injuries, I manage to come to a realization - he's about to snap my neck.

The panic from realizing I'm about to die is what prompts me to finally unsheath the dagger attached to my belt (I dropped my sword a long time ago) and swing it in an upward arc to the person behind me. It embeds itself somewhere in Willes' chest, and I feel the hands slacken before he drops the ground.

I still feel woozy from all of the injuries inflicted upon me, but don't allow myself to relax and try to recover. Instead, I wrench the dagger free and jump back to my feet. I stumble for a second, legs feeling weak, but I don't fall. I see Zaira smiling at me a few yards away, not caring about Willes' (second) death. I take a moment to wipe the blood gushing over my mouth from my nose before walking toward her with my dagger in hand.

Zaira steps forward, fists ready to attack. She sends a well-aimed punch at my stomach. I try to slash the dagger at her, and skim her forehead, but it doesn't stop the fist from sinking into my gut, making it hurt even more than it already did. I groan and take a step back. Zaira doesn't seem to care about the fact that the skin on her forehead is split open. I suppose she can't feel pain.

Zaira takes another step toward me, but this time, when I race at her, she doesn't get to punch me before I thrust my dagger into her chest. She crumples to the ground after I yank it free, dead (again).

Sighing in relief, I place my hands on my knees to give myself a moment of rest. I don't want to sit down, because I'm worried I won't want to get up. And I know I now have to find Tristana to help her out. But I can allow myself just a taste of recovery to feel better, even if just a little bit.

The pain hasn't subsided much after a minute, but I still stand straight again and glance in the direction Tristana was dragged in. I quickly tuck the dagger back into my belt and pick my sword back up before beginning to jog in her direction.

I'm stopped by another person who comes stepping out of the trees. It's none other than Glitter Monique, her headless corpse holding the grinning head by the hair. She looks up at me from the severed face, her head swinging from side to side. To my disgust, the corpse chooses to attack me by swinging the head at my face, and the heavy skull hits the side of my face.

It hurts, but the skin provides a bit of cushioning. Nonetheless, I stumble to the side, seeing stars for a moment. However, the stars quickly fade and I swing my sword at her, sticking it in her stomach.

She crumples to the ground and I jog on. I need to find Tristana. She had the misfortune of getting three tributes at once, and with no melee weapon, I fear for her life.

Luckily, her former allies made no effort to cover up their tracks when dragging her deeper into the jungle, and it's easy to follow the path they constructed. It's not long before I reach the first body.

The charred form of Arabella lies in the center of the path, a silver bolt sticking through what used to be her eye. I look away, but not in time. The bile rises in my throat again at the sight of her, and I can't help but vomit a bit. I reach for a nearby tree and hold onto a branch to keep me steady while I retch bile. The lack of food has made it so all I'm throwing up is stomach acid, which burns my throat.

When the nausea fades, I groan and wipe my chin with my bloody sleeve. I must look disgusting right now - bruised, cut, and bloodied face with bile and saliva coating my chin. But I shouldn't worry about my appearance - I never have, so why bother now?

I quickly continue down the path, being careful not to look at Arabella again. I find Yael by the foot of a tree a little farther on, several bolts peppering her chest.

"Tristana!" I yell out.

It takes a moment, but I eventually hear a "Vincent!" echoing through the jungle. I run in the direction of the voice, only veering off the path a bit. While running in the direction of her voice, I hear a scream pierce the air. Tristana again.

I speed up my pace, shouting her name again. This time I'm met with no response. Terrified something horrible has come of her, I run at top speed, not worrying about any roots I may trip on. She can't be dead - no, a cannon would have fired. But what if she's been knocked out? And she's bleeding out at this very moment.

"Tristana! Tristana!" I scream my throat raw, but she still doesn't respond. I pump my arms even faster, and it's not long before I come sprinting into a small clearing where two figures duel.

I skid to a halt, immediately recognizing one of the figures as Tristana after seeing a purple blur of her jacket and the blonde flash of her hair. I slide across the ground, scampering back to my feet as quickly as possible. Rachel has the upper hand, easily sending punches in Tristana's direction. Tristana has lost her crossbow, so she's forced to fight hand-to-hand, which has never been something she's excelled at.

I watch as she gets punched by Rachel many times, and all of her punches are dodged. I rush up behind Rachel, who doesn't even notice me until I slam my sword against her neck, decapitating her. Rachel falls to the ground immediately, leaving Tristana to slide down the trunk of a tree, bruised and bloodied. She pants as she raises her hand to her nose, tentatively feeling the blood gushing from it.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned. I rush over to her side as she nurses it, holding a sleeve to her face to staunch the flow of blood she nods.

"Yeah," she says. "Thanks for saving me. I guess I'm now the one indebted to you. You've saved my life twice, and I've only saved yours once."

"I'm no longer keeping track," I shrug. Tristana smiles to herself. Unable to help myself, I kiss her softly on the cheek. She spins her to look at me in shock, but I lean against the tree nonchalantly and begin wiping the blood off my nose. It's stopped bleeding, and doesn't feel broken, which is a relief. I'm about to ask Tristana how her nose feels, when she leans over and quickly kisses me on the lips.

She pulls away quickly, also leaning against the tree nonchalantly. I feel my face turn red and a smile creeping up my face. Glancing at her out of the corner of my eyes, I can see her face is bright red as well.

"Maybe -" my voice comes out as a squeak, and I quickly clear it. "Maybe we should start building a shelter."

"Yeah," Tristana agrees, and we get to work. It's awkward, of course, but by no means unpleasant.

District 9

Hadley Moreau

Axel and I aren't surprised when we see the mutts emerged, but that doesn't mean we aren't terrified. The two people that emerge from the trees are Kade Anderson and Savanna. I gasp when I see them - I haven't seen either since the Bloodbath. Savanna has a large wound in her chest from where the spear hit her and Kade… I gulp, feeling sick. The left side of his face is blown away from when I shot him.

These grisly wounds don't stop either from smiling at Axel and me, and don't stop them from beginning to walk toward us. Hadley whimpers as he takes a step back. I lick my lips nervously, my hand tightening around the gun in one hand and the switchblade in the other.

Despite their initially slow pace, they suddenly charge at us. Kade at me, and Savanna at Axel. Axel screams and takes off, running through the jungle and away from Savanna. I try to follow him, but before I can, Kade swings his fist at my face and somehow knocks me into a tree.

I slam into it, crumpling to the ground, groaning. Both the gun and switchblade fall from my hands, so I'm left defenseless when Kade grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, nearly snapping my neck. He drags me back until I'm on my back, then wraps his arm around my neck and begins tightening.

I begin coughing and choking as my airway is cut off, but I can't get anywhere. He doesn't release, despite my desperate clawing at his arm. My overgrown fingernails are quite sharp, but he doesn't respond to the pain the scratches must bring. He barely seems to notice it, even when I'm ripping out full chunks of skin.

My skull begins pounding for oxygen, but I can't get any. Spots begin to cloud my vision.

What am I doing? If I die, Axel will die as well. Savanna must be slaughtering him right now. She was never particularly strong, but this isn't Savanna. This is a mutt, and I'm sure the Gamemakers designed this version of Savanna to have enough strength to kill Axel.

I don't want Axel to die. I've come to think of him as a brother. My brothers in District 9 aren't biologically my siblings, but we grew up together and I'd still do anything for them. I didn't grow up with Axel, but the feeling is the same.

I feel my thoughts begin to fade as my vision darkens. This is the end of me… I'm dying.

All of a sudden, Kade's grip slackens. He drops me to the ground, where I lay, gasping for air. I hear a thump as he falls to the ground behind me, but it takes a moment before I can look at him. When I finally turn around, I see him lying on the ground, completely still, with a dart embedded deep into his eye.

My mouth gapes open as I spin around, looking for my savior. And standing a few yards away, I see the silhouette of a small boy facing me. Axel walks over with his head held high despite the tears on his cheeks, and helps me to my feet.

"Are you okay?" he asks nervously, and I nod. My jaw is still hanging open. Maybe… maybe Axel isn't as weak as I presumed. He might be stronger than I am. The thought is nice, but it also scares me a bit - because if he's stronger, then I can't protect him and everything's out of my hands.

District 2

Glorian Stafford

It isn't a tribute I see when a person emerges from the bushes. It isn't anyone from this arena - it isn't anyone I even thought the Gamemakers knew about. In fact, I didn't think any remembered him except for me.

It's Gonzalo who steps into the clearing, not how I've imagined him. He's my age again - he's not the young boy murdered in the Victor's house all those years ago, this is how he would be if he had survived - tall, muscular, wavy golden hair reaching his shoulders. This is how he would be if his life wasn't stolen from him.

The logical part of me knows this isn't actually Gonzalo standing in front of me. That Gonzalo perished years ago, and even if by some miracle he came back from the dead, why would he be in this arena? But that doesn't stop me from wanting to go over and hug him.

I stop myself before I can walk toward him, but I'm tempted. I just have to remind myself this isn't the kid I was in love with - the one I thought I lost. I'm supposed to kill him - that much is obvious. Otherwise, why would the Gamemakers send him here? He's not here to help me, he's the mutt that's supposed to kill me.

But can I really kill Gonzalo without feeling broken inside?

You already feel broken inside, don't kid yourself, Glorian.

My eyes begin to get misty, but I will myself not to cry. Instead, I reach for the sword tucked into my belt and unsheath it. Gonzalo doesn't respond to this motion, he just stands in front of me with a blank look. All of a sudden, the corners of his mouth lift into an unnatural smile.

"Don't… why are you smiling?" I demand, my voice cracking on the last word. Sometimes mutts talk - Gonzalo doesn't, though. He just begins walking toward me, hands lifted to punch.

I automatically back up - I really don't want to kill Gonzalo, even if it isn't actually him, but it seems necessary. Gonzalo suddenly leaps at me, sending a fist toward my face. I don't have time to dodge, so his knuckles crash into my teeth and knock me backward.

I stumble to a stop, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth. I quickly use my tongue to probe my teeth, making sure they're all intact. To my relief, none have been knocked out.

I look up at Gonzalo, but it's not long before he sends another punch my way. This time, I see it coming and move my head out of the way in time. However, I don't see his leg swiftly kicking me in the side. It isn't too painful, but it knocks me off balance and allows Gonzalo to tackle me to the ground - which is painful.

Gonzalo's hands wrap around my neck before I know what's going on, and suddenly I can't breathe. It doesn't help that the wind was knocked out of me when I crashed to the ground and never got a chance to regain my breath. I begin scratching at his hands the way Cecelia's scratched at mine, but he doesn't seem to notice the pain, making the self-defense ineffective.

I turn my head enough to see my sword lying not too far away. I reach for it, but it's just out of reach. I stretch my arm a bit farther, and this time, my fingers brush along the blade. I just need to be a bit closer…

I thrash a bit and Gonzalo doesn't let go - but I have shifted our positions enough for me to reach the sword. Black spots are appearing in my vision - I'm going to pass out soon, and likely never wake up. My fingers enclose around the blade and I swing the sword at Gonzalo's head. The butt of the sword hits his temple and he's knocked away from me. His fingers finally loosen and I back up, tearing free of his grasp.

Gonzalo hits the ground, but before he can get up, I grab the handle with my other hand and slam the blade into his stomach. There's an awful squishing sound, but he doesn't react to the pain. He starts to get up, but I hit him in the stomach again, and again, and again, until he stills and shows no sign of being alive. Not that he ever was.

I back up from his corpse, tears springing to my eyes. I only now realize the pain in my right hand. I look down at my fingers where I grabbed the sword blade and see a deep slash along the fingers. I wince as I try bending them, but they refuse to bend. I curse - I must have severed some tendons on my dominant hand, which won't help me. I use my teeth to tear a strip of fabric off my shirt and I wrap it around my hand. It's not bleeding too heavily.

I leave the body of Gonzalo, not wanting to look back. I exit the clearing and quickly take a seat on a nearby fallen tree. The moss makes a comfortable seat, but it still isn't a great place to sleep for the night. I don't really have any other choice, though, because it's become too dark to search for a better location.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep soon, but I lay down anyway, wrapping my arms around me. The nighttime doesn't have much chill, so it's still warm and sticky out. For a while, the nights were slightly chilly, but not today. It's definitely not ideal sleeping conditions, but at least I don't have to worry about hypothermia.

The Capitol anthem begins, and I eagerly look up at the sky. I don't remember any cannons, but perhaps I just missed them. After all, it's difficult to believe everyone has survived. But when the Capitol emblem fades, the anthem shuts off and only a dark sky is shone. I groan. We're still in the Final 8.

"Tributes!" my ears perk up at the sound of Leandros Winthrop. "As you have just seen, none of you died today despite all of the muttations. This will not do - all of us are getting restless."

You're not the only ones, I think, I'm so sick of this arena.

"To remedy this situation, we've decided it's about time for a feast. Tomorrow at noon, the Cornucopia will be restocked with one bag for each of you. The supplies inside have been carefully selected based on your individual needs. You can take whatever bag you like, but remember that it will put a target on your back. I'm sure some of you are considering not attending - this is not allowed. Attendance is mandatory. If you aren't in close vicinity of the Cornucopia at noon, you will have no chance of living. Your tracker has an explosive feature, so you will die immediately. May the odds be ever in your favor… and shed some blood for us."

When I'm certain he's done talking, I lie back down. It looks like I won't get much rest tonight - I'll have to wake up early tomorrow if I want to get to the Cornucopia in time. I'm guessing my bag will mostly be filled with food - perhaps some medicine for my hand. That would be nice, since I'm not great at fighting with my left hand.

It will be difficult trying to get the medicine, though. After all, I have plenty of people after my blood.

For the first time in the arena, I'm very certain that tomorrow I will die.

There's a new poll for Day 12!

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GEM CARRIERS:

Emerald - Axel Woodleigh (D6M)
Ruby - Tristana Rockett (D6F)
Sapphire - Nobody

DAY 1:

24th: Zaira Quentin (D7F)
23rd: Nikola Allegra (D3M)
22nd: Savanna Davison (D9F)
21st: Kade Anderson (D11M)
20th: Macey Aderyn (D5F)
20th: Tracey Aderyn (D5F)
19th: Quinten Fredericus (D12M)
18th: Felix Camacho (D8M)
17th: Buck Hayford (D10M)

DAY 2:

None.

DAY 3:

16th: Linen Baird (D8F)

DAY 4:

15th: Lucretius Marlo (D4M)
14th: Glitter Monique (D5F)

DAY 5:

None.

DAY 6:

13th: Arabella Cantros (D10F)

DAY 7:

12th: Dennis Fielder (D5M)

DAY 8:

11th: Yael Harident (D11F)
10th: Rachel Ivy (D12F)

DAY 9:

None.

DAY 10:

9th: Noelani King (D4F)

DAY 11:

None.

ALLIANCES:

Axel/Hadley
Tristana/Vincent

SOLO:

Cecelia
Trajan
Glorian
Lennox

KILL LIST/REMAINING TRIBUTES:

Cecelia Hart (D1F) - 1
Trajan Seth (D1M) - 2
Glorian Stafford (D2M) - 2
Lennox Porter (D3F) - 0
Tristana Rockett (D6F) - 1
Axel Woodleigh (D6M) - 0
Vincent Elm (D7M) - 1
Hadley Moreau (D9M) - 1

- Lilah