Floki Grimm POV
Ole and I ran off to the left, toward one of the long military-style buildings. We skipped the closest ones and continued to the one on the end, since the pack would probably claim the closest one for themselves. We ran inside and shut the door behind us. The cannons still hadn't started yet, so most of the others were still fighting.
"We need to bar the door," Whyte said. There was a broom closet right by the entrance, and I stuck the broom inside the door handles. It wouldn't hold long and it wasn't the only entrance. We had to keep working. We went further into the building to get more information.
It looked like living quarters or something. Ratty mattresses on metal frames lined both sides of a long hall, and there was a bathroom at the other side. Fortunately for our purposes, military buildings are made to withstand invasion. Aside from a side entrance from the second floor, the front door was the only way in. The windows were too small for anyone to get through.
"We got water," Whyte said as he turned on the faucet in the bathroom. I opened a box in the corner of the bed hall and found rectangular brown packages. I picked one up and read the label. Chicken ala King, it said.
"We got food," I said.
"They don't want us to worry about anything but each other," Whyte said. The cannons started to sound.
Ole Rogers POV
She just fell, like a vase that got tipped over. One second she was whole, and then she was gone. I picked up a bow and turned to see her, but she was already gone. The past happened all over again, and I thought I must have been about to die, but it never came. I wanted to go to her and comfort her, but she was already gone.
I had to get away from there. I kept running, past all the buildings. I ran until the camp was far behind me and there was nothing but forest. I couldn't bear to face what had happened. I'd failed again, and because of me, someone was dead. Did I even deserve to live? Hatchet deserved it, and so did Tally. But why would I deserve it? I was a killer, and the only people I didn't kill were the people that murdered Hatchet and Tally.
I couldn't even hear the screaming from the woods. I heard the cannons. There were seven of them. More of them than usual, which could be expected. I only cared about one. And with Tally gone, the only Tribute I cared about was Floki. I wondered if those green eyes were still open, those eyes that reminded me of someone else I lost.
I shouldn't think about him. I was a curse to everyone I met. He was better of away from me.
Glaudius Gold POV
I was out of my league in the buildings around the Cornucopia. The others had training I could only dream of. As it was, I'd barely made it out of the Bloodbath. I took a sword and ran. A knife hit the back of my knee as I fled. It wasn't deep enough to take me down, but I was limping by the time the cannons started.
For me, the Games weren't about winning anymore. All I could hope to do was survive. There were two main choices: the camp or the woods. I was heading for the woods when I saw a third option. There were two water towers on the other side of a cluster of trees. With these competitors, the Games wouldn't last long enough for me to need food. The others would look for their kills in the buildings or the trees. No one would look in a water tower.
I hated how exposed I was as I climbed the ladder. If anyone saw me, there was nowhere to run. The hatch leading into the tower wasn't locked. There wasn't any reason for it to be. I clambered inside and sat on a platform above the water. It would last me years, not that it needed to. After all my bravado and training, hiding was my only hope.
Camille Buchanere POV
I hated running. But I was alone in the Bloodbath, and I had to. I found a rapier and a dagger and barely got past Rapture as he was running toward someone. Olivine slashed at me as I left the pile of swords. Neither of us could risk a real fight, so I left with only a long cut on one arm, and she got out with just a stabbed left hand.
I also hated that I had to go to the woods. I would have preferred to stay in a warm dormitory, but it had to be done. I reached a pine forest and looked behind to make sure no one was following me. The coast was clear, and I started to climb up a low hanging tree so I could see what was going on.
The most interesting thing wasn't the Bloodbath, though that was still raging. Out deeper in the forest, there was a pack of white animals. They were like dogs, but they were topheavy and massively muscular. They were running in formation, like they were soldiers. They all wore spiked collars and they were heading for the main complex. They shouldn't have been particularly scary, but for some reason they were, and I was glad they didn't see me. I didn't realize until they were already far away that they were running in step.
No deaths yet, since this is immediately after the Bloodbath. It's also the first appearance of our first Muttation. There's going to be more this time around. There are four branches in the military, which might be significant. I would have saved these for last since they're the coolest, but it had to be this way. Who's first to fight and last to leave? The Marine Corps. And there's no better representative than a Devil Dog.