I moved back and settled into University life again so more chapters will be on the way. In this chapter, we have the final two battles of the first round, so you get to vote for the next three people to die.

I hope you enjoy. Also, random bit of news, I have got the draft of the Resurrection Games sorted as well as the blog. Sadly, I might have to do two. The next story is very odd and I understand not everyone will be able to submit their Tributes. If a lot gets cut out, I will do a second Resurrection Games so everyone has a chance. We will see how things go. Enjoy.

Evelyn wanted to keep the group moving, open wound or not but Belinda did not agree. There was little chance infection could take effect in such a short about of time and it would only further her own chances if Evelyn fell ill. However, Belinda believed the group had a chance of finding the exit. She didn't want their leader falling ill.

Evelyn watched as Belinda tipped some rubbing alcohol onto her cape and placed the soaking fabric over the wound. Evelyn gritted her teeth from the pain but anything was better than the burning sensation the wound itself gave.

When Belinda removed the cape and started to wrap a clean bandage around it, Evelyn frowned. "You know," she said with a sigh. "If there was something in that bite, it is already in the bloodstream."

The sighed Belinda gave told Evelyn that she already believed that was what had happened. That some zombie virus was racing through his veins. It was something Evelyn feared.

"Well, hopefully, we will be out before anything happens," she said with a sweet optimism Evelyn admired. However, the girl was not sure she sheared Belinda's hope. Evelyn was starting to believe that there was little chance more than one person would make it out alive. Not even Nero.

"Thank you," she said softly, allowing a sincere smile to spread across her face. Belinda grinned in reply but Evelyn could see the defeat in her eyes. "Don't let him get to you-"

"Who?"

"Grover." Evelyn sighed. "He's a piece of shit and you shouldn't lower your chances weeping over him."

Belinda thought about her words for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "I allowed myself to trust a boy again and they broke my heart-"

"You need a guy to win the Hunger Games," Evelyn chuckled.

"What about Nero?" Belinda asked. Evelyn stiffened up.

"I care a lot about Nero, more than you would understand...but I wouldn't give up my chance of victory for him." She said this with a broken tone like it was a reality she did not want to face. "Plus, what would be a better kick in the teeth for Grover than to see the girl, the girls whose heart he broke, plunging a knife into his heart?" Evelyn grinned.

Belinda chuckled as she finished tying the bandage. "Why are you helping me when you want to win so bad?" she asked the dark-haired girl.

Evelyn gave a shrug. "Let's just class it as a thank you for cleaning my wound."

At the end of their conversation, it was either Veyron left Venus or she broke his legs and left him there. Neither was what Veyron really wanted but it was clear which one he should do. So he left.

He was not sure where he was going, he just took the path the hedges left open for him. Wherever he asked, Hermes the stork did not come to his aid. He had been left alone and he was now too far away from Nero to find his way back.

"Hermes, I'm lost," he sighed. "If your adorable storky-backside could come help-Argh!" Veyron screamed as a figure pulled him around the corner and threw him to the ground. When Veyron looked up, he saw Grover holding a spear to his face.

"Is anyone else with you?" Grover asked, Veyron quickly shook his head.

"It's just me, I swear." Grover gave an understanding nod and pulled away from the boy, walking back over to his camp by the olive tree.

"Be on your way," the boy said dismissively as he sat back down, pulling a small clump of bread free from the loaf.

"Don't you want to ally?" Veyron blurted out. "I thought we were friends."

"You're alright," Grover said with a mouthful. "You don't win the Games by making friends-"

"You don't win without allies either." This seemed to catch Grover attention, his startling blue eyes flickering up to the tall boy. "I don't class myself as a friend of yours but neither of us will last long without an ally."

Gover gave a nod. "Okay, but we don't stay together past the final five, understood?" Grover grunted, pointing to the smiling boy.

Veyron replied in an excited nod. "One question, why did you take other people's packs?"

"Why?" Grover grinned. "How much water, weapons, and food do you have left?" the dark haired boy asked.

"Half a bottle of water, about half a loaf of bread and this," Veyron answered, holding up his weapon. It was a staff with two snakes wrapped around ending just before two great wings.

Grover smirked. "I have two bottles of water, three loaves of bread, two spears, a pretty staff, care to join me?"

Ares pushed against Vulcan, both boys evenly matched. However, with every passing second, Ares' feet were starting to move away from his body. Any attempt he could make to regain his balance would result in Vulcan being able to overpower him. So he stayed, hoping Vulcan would give up before he did.

Vulcan, on the other hand, noticed the boys weak movements and put all of his strength into one more push. This push made the boys feet slip from beneath him, forcing him to the floor.

Once the dark-skinned boy was on the ground, the dust around him still settling, Vulcan pulled Ares to his feet and dragged him towards the sandstone walls that circled them. Ares tried to get away but Vulcan had always been stronger than him. So, with a cry, he grabbed the Ares by the head and forced it into the wall.

Ares shrieked as he allowed his body to fall to the ground and out of Vulcan's grip. The dark haired boy bent down to pick him again, this time by his shoulders and slammed him against the wall again.

The third time, Ares pushed against him, knowing that his skull wouldn't take much more, every ounce of strength the boy had forcing his head towards Vulcan.

It was no use, Vulcan was far stronger than him. So Ares turned his attention to Vulcan's neck. Afterall, if he could not push him off, he would make him let go.

The dark skinned boy was not sure what was going through his head when he snapped at Vulcan's throat, his teeth sinking into his skin. If fact, he was not sure what emotion he was feeling other than the feeling of regret when he jerked his head away pulling away a large chunk of flesh with him.

The moment Vulcan's thick red blood splattered on his face and trickled down his throat, the Ares vomited over Vulcan's pained face. Which most likely only added insult to injury.

As Ares stomach contents tore its way through Ares' throat, Vulcan stumbled backward, blood flowing out of the open wound on his neck like a water feature. He allowed Ares to go and fell onto his back, his eyes wide in shock.

Ares glanced up, his body still shivering from the act of ripping out the boy's throat. The crowd screams and gasp did not help his conscious as he watched the boy he had known since he was a child dying in front of him. Vulcan's hands clawing at his neck in an attempt to stop his body from bleeding out.

It didn't help. Vulcan cannon sounded a few minutes later, the crowd's attention turning to Ares, who sat still, in a state of shock. Ares just didn't want to die.

Nero was not happy about his situation. He only had three allies left and they had lost their guide, Veyron. Not to mention that Sunbeam was becoming ill, even if she tried to hide it. She had been moving slower, requesting breaks and she had gained a sore throat. It was nothing she should worry about, it seemed like she had just caught a cold before entering the Arena. However, in a race against the clock, she was starting to become a drag.

If Sunbeam was enough, he felt like he was keeping a constant eye on Balina. The girl had seemed uneasy since Venus and Veyron left and Nero was sure the moment he turned his back, the girl would have run away. The same went for Coutille. It seemed Nero had been lumbered with a group who did not want to fight for the exit anymore.

Nero would have given up too if it wasn't for one person. Annabella. She was eliminated but part of Nero still believed she would be alive. After all, if everyone got to live, that meant Annabella too. Just the chance to win his love back from death was worth the constant walking a refusal of sleep.

He didn't truly believe that she cheated on him. Now he was away from everything and his mind was clear, he could see that. His biggest regret was not spending his final night with her. But he would make it up to her, the only way to do that would be to free her from being eliminated.

Maybe that's why he could not stop himself from smiling when he rounded the corner and found Evelyn's group, having a small rest. Twelve hours of being awake starting to get even Evelyn down.

The dark haired girl glanced up and returned the smile. Shelly, on the other hand, looked angered.

"Oh great, so neither of us is near an exit?" She growled, throwing her hands up in the air. Nathalie glared at her.

"We don't know that," Nathalie hissed, the whole group on thin ice with each other.

Shelly scoffed. "I knew we shouldn't have left Nero in charge of one of the groups," Shelly grumbled, rolling her eyes. Evelyn looked like she was about to punch the girl when Nero stepped in.

"We can't stay together, that's what they want...we will only find the exit if we work in two groups-"

"We don't have to be together to be working as one team," Evelyn pointed out, forcing herself to her feet with a tired yawn.

Nero cocked his head to the side. "How would that work?"

Maurice was not stronger than Romilda, the boy was a poster boy for strength and hand to hand combat. Yet, Maurice had overpowered him.

Romilda did not even seem to put up a fight as Maurice knocked him off his feet with a predictable move. Even now, as the curly-haired boy dragged that tall boy to the edge of the arena, Romilda put up little resistance. Other than the odd sharp twists which Maurice was sure was instinctive.

Truth was, Romilda didn't want to fight anymore. After watching Loretta killed by Pallas, he felt lost. At that moment in time, death would have been a welcome event.

After all, even if he did win, what would be left for him? He would never be able to marry, they would pimp him out to anyone who could pay the price. He didn't even have a family to go back to.

The Warriors were his family and now they were killing each other. When they got home, they would be met by people they had not seen in ten years. Their families might not even like them. They might not be the children they wanted. Some family members may have even died.

Part of the blonde male wanted to explain this to the Maurice, to prove to him that none of it was worth fighting for. However, he did not want to force that reality onto the boy's shoulders. Romilda had a reason to die, he had someone on the other side waiting for him. Maurice didn't want to die so he would put himself in danger by being conflicted.

So Romilda stayed silent and allowed Maurice to slam his head into the walls. It was hard not to cry through the pain, most of all when Maurice took breaks to whimper his apologies. However, Romilda welcomed death when it came. The sweet release from being a Warrior.

20th Place- Vulcan Omiros, District Eleven, Throat Ripped Out By Ares Walker.

Vulcan was easy to write and with his love for natural beauty, he would have enjoyed the Arena. I was a bit apprehensive when I saw his form as it was very centered around his sexuality and I didn't want him to just become the gay Warrior. However, I am glad I was able to write him so the other things that made him up shone through too. I enjoyed writing his and Damon's relationship. Although Damon does not show it, his heart is breaking. R.I.P Vulcan.

19th Place-Romilda Vasilios, District Ten, Head Bashed In By Maurice Powers.

I was honestly shocked when I found out people had voted for Romilda to die so early. I thought he would have been more popular. Then again, it worked out. After Loretta's death, he saw little point in fighting. He was right, if he had won, he would have been pimped out around The Capitol, it was not a quality of life he wanted. If he had tried, he would have won against Maurice. His skill was hand to hand combat but sadly (good for Maurice), Romilda wanted to go. R.I.P Romilda, I was a sucker for your character but you death had furthered Maurice.

NOW! It is voting time again! Like last time, you are voting for who you want to survive the next round.

The groups are:

(Chosen at random)

-Maurice vs Janae

-Ares vs Clarissa

-Marzio vs Pallas