I did as I destined to do. After the sun rose that morning I was all the way near a wheat field. It doesn't seem like lots of tributes have been in this area of the arena. It doesn't take me long enough to realize how useless it was for me to be in the wheat field and venture out to some other areas. I travel through the never ending forest as a swampy area seems to fill the landscape. It's gross to be honest. When I step in the mud it feels like the gamemakers designed it to make people drown in this sort of sand material. That would fall on a list of dumb ways to die. I mean really, unless I was really in for suicide. I take a moment to sit down and eat the tiny little piece of bread I have left, accommodating my body's reaction of walking for miles without having anything for dinner. A beep sound rings all of a sudden and a parachute comes floating down from the sky as it lands right in front of me. I open it up to find a note and a large seafood salad.
"Hey Car, you made the right choice last night. Keep going on the path of your strategy and I promise you'll have a chance. Hopefully this uplifts your spirit and reminds you of home" -Finnick and Mags.
The seafood salad in front of me has already made my mouth quench the fresh feeling of the oceanic flavors of District 4. I immediately gobbled up every last bit like it was the last meal I will ever eat. It certainly could be unfortunately. Oh come on Car, don't think that way. Don't lose hope. After that salad I got up to sort out my knives, examining and sharpening each blade to it's most lethal state. When I notice one of my daggers is missing my body is brutally pinned to the ground with that dagger being held to my throat. That isn't just what startles me, it is who's gripping the blade that put me in shock. Cody.
"Carla, where have you been all this time and tell me EVERYTHING about the others and don't hold back. Or else your throat will pay for it".
It takes me a little while to take this in. A once caring, and actually pleasant character could now end up as MY killer. This is reality. I guess it is just what the games do to people. But I get it, Cody wants to survive. So does everyone though, right? Knowing what my fate would be, I started sequencing the events that have happened so far into words. Every little detail from the gong to now. Well not every detail. Don't want to give that much away. But I tell Cody about the land mine situation and how Katniss supposedly blew up the mines and how infuriated and bloodthirsty to find and kill her. And Peeta for that matter since be betrayed the alliance by steering Katniss away from the career pack, which resulted in Peeta getting a sword to the leg by Cato.
"Oh that Clove girl is still out there" Cody questions.
"Yes".
"Oh, I hated her, it didn't seem like she had a personality besides coming up with ways to kill people" Cody admitted.
"And that Shimmer thing from 1, wow I'm happy I didn't join that alliance. Not that it's been successful since barely any of them are left" Cody mentions with pride.
"I understand everyone has their own tactics and stuff, but I wasn't very happy that you've hidden this much from me" I honestly had to admit.
"Well I'm here living and breathing right now. You have a problem with that? Sometimes you have to take the sneaky way out. I've held my own this whole time and will continue to do so if any of this involves us being friends. We are an alliance, with every intention to want to kill each other at one point. Do you understand?" Preached Cody.
I eventually gave in and formed an alliance with Cody. Man, I am a hot mess. From breaking from and now joining an alliance I am truly all over the place. Cody and I hunt, and skin the rabbit later. While hunting, Cody and I discuss who's left and who's next on our kill list. Katniss is obviously the highest priority. But I told Cody that Cato and Clove weren't going to give her a very quick and painless death. It would be slow and painful torture. Torture in which they would be entertained if it happened to me. Thresh, the district 11 tribute is also not someone to avoid either. Heck, that kid could probably just crush me with his body mass.
"So who's left besides Cato, Clove, and Thresh and us of coarse" I ask seriously.
"Foxface the District 5 girl oh and we forgot about Peeta" said Cody.
"Wow there are so few of us left" I sighed.
"At least I got out of Cato and Clove's wrath" I conclude.
"Hopefully my wrath isn't as chaotic" Cody reassures.
I am honestly happy to be back with Cody. Though, a few moments ago was quite scary. But, I mean he's just trying to set the expectation that he's tough and not dead meat. That's what I'd do. I look up into the sky and see that our area has been clouded a few hours later and little drops of rain begin to fall. Soon they come down more rapidly and I start to feel a burn on my skin and I realize that the rain is toxic. Cody and I sprinted through the forest making it out alive. Though we sustain some pretty significant burns, they aren't as severe as third degree burns, so they will be treatable. But I notice a particular rash on Cody's knee that seems to be causing him to get really sick to his stomach. I hope Finnick is picking up on this and is thinking about sending down something to treat our burns. I help Cody up after, and realize that he is particularly weaker which makes me worried for him. God only knows how many parachute's Finnick and Mags can send down and how many they have sent him already.
"Hey, do you have anything that will make you better?" I suggest.
"No, not really. Finnick has already sent me two parachutes so I highly doubt that he'll send anymore" Cody sighs.
"Well your in desperate need of something" I reply.
"I will be fine, trust me" Cody defensively argued.
By nightfall, Cody is able to fully function and help hunt for food. He still is occasionally sick, but is able to fend for himself, but could be in better condition. When we sit down and eat the rabbit we just cooked a voice boomed through the entire arena.
"Attention, attention. Congratulations on being the final six tributes. Tomorrow at sunrise there will be a feast at the Cornucopia. Some of you might be declining my invitation already, but don't. Each of you need something desperately, and we are being quite generous hosts. There will be a backpack with a number on it indicating the district. Think twice about not coming. For some of you this will be your last chance".
Cody and I turned to lock eyes with each other, each having the same reaction on our faces. Immediately, we begin to discuss the possibilities of tomorrow.
"Cody, we need to go. They probably have medicine for our burns, and you really need it" I implied.
"Like I said, I'm fine. Plus it's practically suicide going at this point in the games".
"There's a feast for a reason. Maybe the gamemakers are getting bored and want tributes to fight. It's better than forcing us all together with some kind of crazy muttation" I argued.
An hour has passed already, and the capital seel return in again in the sky and reads NO FALLEN TRIBUTES.
"I don't know about you but I'm going. There are only a handful of us left and they probably want a victor within a few days. Only one of us is coming out" I said.