Jay is shaking me. I open my eyes and he has his sleeping bag already in his pack. "We need to move on, find some water," he says.

I groggily get up and rub my eyes. I still feel half asleep and I must be half as fast too because Jay just lets me get my weapons together and on and ready and he packs my bag for me.

I'd like to say it didn't take long to find a water source. I'd be lying if I did. We spot some kids Jay says are from the first few districts. They always join an alliance called the Careers because they're trained for the Games in their districts.

There are only three. "Are there usually only that few?" I whisper. We are perched above them and Jay is drawing his arrow and has two others standing by, ready. He easily takes all of them out, one by one in one quick streak. I hear three cannons and look around, drawing an arrow.

"That's just to let everyone know that three more people are out of the Games. Not alive anymore," Jay explains, gently taking the arrow and putting it back in my quiver. "A few happened last night, you slept right through them."

After raiding the fallen tributes of their pockets and bags, we get two canteens full of water, a bag of dried fruit, and a box of matches. We decide to put the food and matches in my bag and the weapons in his since, apparently for the moment, he'll most likely be using them more.

Even though I can't remember how, while we walk, I practice my archery and nail several squirrels and even a few bunnies clean through the head where there isn't much meat. Jay attaches them on a line on his belt and we keep walking trying to drink as little of the water as we can.

Soon enough we realize we're going to be running out soon. All while we walk, Jay tells me more about how we find ways to sneak over the electric fence that surrounds District 12 and we practice our hunting. Jay and I are only children and I live in the Victor's Village since my parents won the Hunger Games and Jay lives with his parents not far from me. My father, Peeta Mellark, took over his parents' bakery and also sells some paintings he does to the people who can afford it for not much price.

It's sunset and we've risked starting a small fire to cook the meat. I keep watch around us with my bow ready as Jay cooks the rabbit and squirrels. He starts telling me that for the past few Hunger Games, they take one or two tributes and alter them somehow. One year, they took off a guy's leg so he would have to compete with a fake one. (Apparently, my dad lost one of his legs in his first Hunger Games and he has an artificial leg. Can't wait to see that.) Another year, they messed up something in the person's head so they thought everything was on fire. As it turned out, they almost won. Flailing around makes it hard to get you and sometimes you can slap them so hard they're gone. But the girl got up a tree and stumbled and landed in such a way she was unfixable.

"In one or two years they've taken people and wiped their memories fresh and clean," he tells me, handing me some rabbit to eat while he takes watch. "That seems to be what they've done to you."

"Will I ever remember everything again?" I ask, a little afraid of the answer.

"Probably," he says. "The Capitol can do almost anything. They even fixed your mom's ear so she could hear again. I bet if we win- /when/ we win, they'll give them back to you."

I pack up the leftover squirrel and rabbit and help Jay put the fire out. He put out bow and arrows away and go back up into the trees.

Another night, we sleep up here, and while I'm on watch, I actually see someone creeping about and get them without even raising alarm if there is anyone near. Through the proud I feel, I also feel guilty. I can feel it's wrong to take peoples' lifes just for the entertainment of others.

The next day we run out of water. I can feel myself getting dehydrated quickly. I also begin feeling weak and I misstep and fall twenty feet to the ground. Luckily, my quiver gets stuck on a branch and none of my arrows or my bow get broken. Also luckily, I land in a bush. Not so luckily, I land in a bush with my ankle twisted a little. Jay hops down and tells me he's spotted a lake. He helps me to my feet and helps me get my quiver and bow back and with much of my support on him, he gets us to a long river where there is a big rock formation shaped like a cave and he helps me into it. I see a silver parcel float down and Jay quickly comes in with a little tub full of thick, nasty looking cream.

"It's from your parents. Since they're the oldest victors, they get to send gifts if we really need some and your ankle seems to be sprung," he says. I gasp and try not to make much more noise than that out of pain when he sets my ankle straight and starts applying the thick goo that immediately makes my ankle feel better.

I pull my sleeping bag out and Jay helps me lay it out then lay on it. He fills the water bottles and purifies them while I lay in the little cave. I hear Jay take out some knifes and there is a sharp, loud gasp and a cannon and I know Jay's just found someone trying to get to us to steal our supplies or get us out of the way or something.

Night falls and we eat a little fruit and meat and drink some water. Jay has gotten more rocks to pile up so it'd be difficult to see us in the cave. Jay lays out his bag and offers to stay up for first watch tonight again. My ankle has somehow worn me out and I just curl up to Jay, feeling safer in his presence and drift off to sleep where I see vague images of all the faces I've forgotten.

*Author's Note*

I don't own the Hunger Games or any of the characters from the books mentioned in this chapter. All of the Hunger Games characters and refrences belong to Suzane Collins.

Thanks, I hope you enjoy ^^

-Tatiana :3