Despite the thick materials of his clothing, he was shivering violently. No matter what he did, he just could not stay warm. The cold was always there to stay.
His sleeping mat provided little comfort anymore. It was as icy as everything else in this damned arena.
Outside, the wind whistled ferociously. Its screaming echoed out across the barren tundra. It whipped and thrashed at everything that could be whipped and thrashed.
The night passed by, as black as could be, if not for the beautiful wavy lights overhead; green, blue, purple. They went unnoticed by the four remaining tributes.