A/N: Sorry for the wait guys, I was trying to focus on writing other things. Here's the next chapter :).

It was getting harder to survive in these extreme weather. The farther we walked away from the cornucopia the colder it got. The temperatures plummeted to nearly -20°F. The coat Liam sent him was working to an extent but if he didn't find a way to make a fire fast he would freeze to death.

Niall was finding it hard to keep his eyes open now and his movements became groggier. He'd stop every few minutes to catch his breath. Being out in such cold temperatures was taking a toll on his strength. Soon he wouldn't be able to move at all. This time he knew death was coming, there was no way to avoid it. He shouldn't have left the hideout, bearing with Ellis seemed so much better than dying right now. There were only twelve left and he had survived Thirteen days so far.

"Please" he pleaded to the audience watching him. "Please don't let me die..."

His tears froze over on his cheeks, it was painful to breathe now. The cold air invaded his lungs, freezing them from the inside out.

"Please don't let me die like this!" He managed to scream with all the strength he had left in his body. "Liam..."

Niall's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his head fell back, the back of his skull cracking open against a block of ice. His blood stained the once clear ice in the surrounding area. The audience watched in horror as they saw the boy die. Many of them bursting into tears, other's condoling with others.

Liam couldn't watch him die, he turned a blind eye to the screen. His family tried comforting him but their attempts were futile. Liam shut everyone out and refused to let them back into his life.

He didn't cry, If he cried that means he grieved. If he grieved that means that he is trying to get over the death of Niall. The boy he loved he didn't want to forget. They spent so many years together. Now it was all gone... his memories shattered, piercing him like broken glass.

There was no sound from the cannon. The entirety of Panem watched as the broken boy got up and gripped his head tightly, trying to stop the flow of blood enough for it to clot.

Suddenly the crowd roared in joy, the boy still had the chance to win.

Liam's expression didn't change. He should've been happy but he wasn't. He had come so close to losing him forever. He was still in the games, he wasn't in his arms. Niall wasn't safe so there wasn't any reason to be overjoyed about anything. He believed in Niall though, he could do it. If manages to survive another night...


Niall's head ached from the gash on his head, it wasn't big but it would take forever to heal. He wrapped it up with a piece of fabric he had ripped out of the inside of the coat. The bleeding had stopped momentarily but any blow to his head would open it again. He trekked painfully through the open area and in the distance he spotted a bright flame. Niall walked at a slow pace and searched his surrounding for nearby tributes. The area where the flame inhabited was completely barren except for another cave nearby. The heat from the flame surged through his body, warming his extremities to the point where it was bearable to move them.

To make it any better, a box full of supplies landed near the boy. The contents of the box were a pair of winter boots, a wooden box full of tinder and some elastic bandage wraps for his wound.

He smiled at the camera watching him, "Thank you so much!" he said warmly.

Seems like people really didn't want him to die. It lighted a new fire of hope inside of him, a new will to survive. Not only for Liam but for his entire district. It was the least he could do for what they did for him.

A/N:Thanks for reading you guys, I'd appreciate it if you took the time to favorite/review this. It will certainly give me an Idea of who's enjoying it. Thanks ;)