"Martha, go wake your sister," Francine Jones ordered, "we mustn't be late for the reaping." A eleven year-old Martha nodded, and hurried off to where Tish was sleeping.

"Tish! Tish! Wake up!" Martha shook her sister awake. Fourteen year-old Letitia Jones opened her eyes and smiled up at Martha.

"Good morning," she said warmly. Martha giggled.

"It's time to get ready. Mum says we can't be late," Martha beckoned. After a quick bath, Martha and Tish tied each other's dresses, and then Tish went and helped Leo with his tie.

They walked as quickly as they could to the town square, which was luckily nearby. Martha glanced up in awe at District Eight's Justice Building. From the doors, out stepped the mayor, Richard Lazarus. "I'd like to welcome back Ms Joan Redfern, here to select one brave man and woman to compete in the 21th annual Hunger Games!"

Joan stuck her hand in the glass ball, and pulled out a name from it. "Letitia Jones?"

Martha jolted awake, in a cold sweat. Tish hadn't made it out of that Hunger Games. Martha was almost sure to share her fate. Everyone else was asleep. Martha could just sneak off and kill them now, and then she'd have a one in five chance of winning. But there's no way that she could beat the careers on her own…

And besides… Tish wouldn't want her to do that. Martha would have to find another way to survive. Because she wanted to live.

Pssst! Jack whispered. Rose pointed at herself in questioning, and after seeing Jack's nod went aside. "Rose. You know that I trust you and your judgement unconditionally. Which is why I want your input on what our next move should be," Jack explained.

"So, like all of us?" Rose asked. Jack shook his head.

"No. Just you and me. We obviously can't take everyone to the end," Jack clarified. Rose had to admit he had a point.

"We can't either," Rose countered.

"But we've got a better chance if we work together," Jack stated.

"A better chance at what?" Rose asked. Jack paused.

"A better chance of you making it out alive."

"What about you, Jack? What's going to happen to you?"

"I'm going to die peacefully knowing you made it out."

"We can't just leave them here to die! Rory, Mickey, and Martha… they'd last an hour."

"Look, Rose," Jack put his hand on her face, "I care about you. I want you to lead a long and happy life. I made up my mind a long time ago that it was you over me. And I'm still alive now, I'm going to stay with you as long as I possibly can."

"I'll never let go Jack," said Rose, "I'll never let go."

The tall trees cast shadows onto the ground. It was good for hiding, much better than being out in the open. It was nice to be tucked away.

Rory turned his head, because he could hear a quiet whimper from behind them. Jack immediately stood up brandishing a knife, but Rory stopped him.

From behind a tree, out popped a girl sporting a light-brown ponytail. The girl immediately put her hands up. "I'm unarmed," she admitted.

"We aren't going to hurt you," Rory said gently. "Could you tell us your name?" Rose thought the girl looked about eleven years old. To be so young and to have made it this far is quite a feat. Even most people who get to this point are killed off rather quickly. Apparently the gamemakers don't think that they're "interesting" enough to keep around.

"My name is Fawn," she said, quickly gaining up her composure and putting up a front. Rose noticed the "ten" patch on her uniform. That meant she was from the same district as Buck. She could tell Rory noticed this too, but wasn't pointing it out. She decided to follow his lead and keep it undisclosed.

"Well, Fawn, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you need to," offered Rory. Fawn smiled.

"Just promise you won't kill me," she pleaded. Jack gave a small groan, but gave in with the rest of the group.

"So, are you hungry?" Rose exacted. Fawn nodded.

"Yes, please," Fawn said thankfully, and Rose handed her a piece of the badger meat that Jack had caught earlier.

While they were eating, Fawn talked. She talked about her family about life back home, about her experiences so far in the games. In turn, the rest of the group talked about themselves. Except for Rory. He talked about Amy. This made Rose happy, seeing Rory start to heal.

Fawn was really adding the positive energy that the group needed. She was bringing up morale. Not by anything that she was doing on purpose, and any sort of fresh interaction helps loads. The first day or two with Martha was one of the happier days for them.

Fawn stood up. "I'll be right back," she said, "I've got to use the bathroom." Even Jack couldn't protest to that.

She had been gone a minute or two, when a loud scream echoed throughout their camp. BOOM. Rory, Martha, and Rose bolted up, running toward where the sound had come from.

"Fawn? Fawn?" Rory yelled desperately. Rose turned a corner, and behind a bush, she saw something. When she got close enough to see what it was, her face fell. Their was a skeleton, roughly the size of Fawn's body.

"Is- is that?" Martha asked, hoping it wouldn't be what she suspected.

"I- I think so," Rose choked. Mickey and Jack had come running toward them, and upon arrival, their mouths gaped at the horror of the scene.

"What could have reduced her to that? We only heard her scream a few seconds ago," Mickey chided.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Rose looked up to see a silver parachute falling toward her. She put her hands up, and caught it gingerly, and tore the lid open. Inside was a note. "Count the shadows. -D."

A/N: Abram, did you just reference Titanic? Yes, I did. Also, I'm sorry it's been soooooo long since I last updated, but I've been rather busy and have been having a hard time finding time to write. But, good news, another chapter is in the works! And a possible sequel is floating around in my brain? Stay tuned to find out! See you next Friday! Probably! Hopefully!

Also, I changed the title of chapter to from "Moisturise Me" to "The Rebel Flesh," in order to fit with the Doctor Who episode title theme. Just thought I should let you know, to avoid any confusion.