Rose giggled. She was playing Hide and Seek with her friend Sally. Rose was peering out from behind a chair. Sally climbed up onto the chair. "I found you, Rose Tyler," she said.

"Not fair, Sally Phelan," Rose complained. She stood up, and went and sat on the chair next to Sally.

"It is too fair. You hid, and I found you," assured Sally. She could always be counted on to stay level-headed. Sally and Rose stood up and ran around some more, and continued to giggle and laugh.

Rose woke up in a sweat. "Rose? Are you alright?" asked Rory, who had been doing watch. Amy and Mickey were still asleep, the former quietly snoring. Rose rubbed her eyes, and choked back a sob. Rory reached closer to her, and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"It's alright, Rose," he whispered, "you're going to be okay."

"No, I won't," she cried, "I'm in the bloody Hunger Games, and I'm never going to see my family or friends ever again."

"You could win, Rose. It could happen," he said to her.

"Fat chance. The only reason I've survived this long is because of you and Amy."

"But you're still alive, aren't you?" Rose paused for a moment. She had to admit being alive did increase her chances a bit. "Rose, try and go back to sleep. I'll take watch." Rose started to argue, but Rory shook his head. Rose laid back down, and closed her eyes.

"We need to go find more food," declared Amy. Rory nodded in agreement.

"I'll do it," stated Rose, and she stood up, grabbed her bag, and started walking off.

"Rory, go with her," said Amy, "Mickey's still asleep." Rory nodded again, and started after Rose.

Rose and Rory had been walking away from Amy and Mickey for about fifteen minutes, not exchanging much conversation, for the fear of being heard. Rose put her arm out, and stopped Rory from walking.

"What is it, Rose?" he asked. She could hear a buzzing noise. She peered up, and saw a large hive that appeared to be made out of metal. There were several wasp-looking things flying in and out of it. "What are those?!"

"They look like tracker jackers, but different. They look like they're made out of metal," stated Rose. Tracker jackers are a breed of Capitol mutts. Back during the war, tracker jacker nests were placed to function as land mines, and the genetically engineered wasps will attack anyone that disturbs their nest. Their venom has hallucinatory effects, and more than one or two stings can easily kill you. But these were different. Rose had seen tracker jackers before, back home. Those had looked much like ordinary wasps, but these were metallic.

Rose gestured forward, away from the nest, and they started away from it. Until poor Rory stepped on a stick and it snapped, making a loud noise. The metal tracker jackers became increasingly agitated, and started flying after Rose and Rory, who had started running away from the nest as fast as humanly possible.

Rose could feel her heart beating, she could feel every step she took. She shrieked as the intense pain of a sting burned on her right wrist. Everything seemed to slow down. "Rose!" her name echoed in her head. Rory grabbed her hand, and pulled her along. Rose looked behind her, and saw a man in a brown trench coat looking at her with a solemn expression. He pointed at Rory, then turned away, and disappeared as he walked away. Rose got stung by another metallic wasp, and fell onto her knees in pain.

Rory grabbed Rose's arm, and pulled her into the pond that was a few metres away from them. They stayed there for several minutes, until the metallic wasps gave up and went back to their nest. "They're gone, Rose," said Rory. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she passed out.

"Rose, it's me, Mickey," she heard. Rose opened her eyes, and saw Mickey starting straight at her.

"W-what happened? I can't remember anything after the tracker jackers," Rose managed to get out.

"Cybermites. They're called cybermites. They have them back in District Eleven, they eat the crops," he explained. "Go, get some rest. Go back to sleep. But first, have some water." Rose took a drink, then leaned back down, and went to sleep.

A/N: This was definitely not my best chapter, but at least I'm back into the rhythm of writing after the holidays! Happy New Year, by the way! See you next Friday!