We arrive back at camp. It's late afternoon. We decided to head home shortly after murdering the boy from 9. We arrive safely back at camp to find a nervous Trizzy. She tells us everything. She says the camp was attacked by three tributes. Both tributes from 8 and the boy from 3 are allies. I think, maybe the girl from 3 as well, if Plato hadn't broken her back at the bloodbath. Trizzy tells us that they rushed the camp, armed with sharpened sticks. She had managed to badly wound the girl from 8 with her spear but was outnumbered and had been forced to flee. The two male tributes had raided the Cornucopia, taking weapons, supplies and stealing four of the backpacks I had packed. Now only one pack remains. But that's all I need. They left the girl from 8 bleeding on the ground. When Trizzy ventured back to the Cornucopia the girl had died from blood loss. That explains the canon we had heard during our break on top of the cliff.
Trizzy tries to reassure us that our remaining supplies should be enough, but Plato is furious. He grabs her around the neck and punches her in the face. Her nose breaks with a snap. She falls to the ground and he bends down over her and punches her again and again until the rest of us have to drag him off her. She's still alive but unconscious and bleeding badly.
We leave Trizzy lying in the dirt as we head over to the Cornucopia to inspect what damage has been done. I sense Daimen looking at the lone pack and a feeling of desperation kicks in. I'll have to act soon, before he does, but neither of us wants to be hunted by the remaining careers. I decide that I'll leave when more tributes have been killed.
Cass comes up with the idea of leaving two people back at camp and letting the other three go tribute hunting. Plato rejects the idea at first but we all eventually persuade him. It's safer that way, just in case the camp is attacked by multiple tributes again.
Trizzy is now conscious again, and is keeping a low profile. Her nose is all crooked and bloody and she has two black eyes.
We all remain at camp tonight. We see the faces of two tributes in the sky. The girl from 8 who Trizzy killed and the girl from 11 whose canon woke me up this morning.
I curl into a ball inside my sleeping bag. Five tributes in the career pack and eight other tributes spread throughout the arena. Apart from the boys from 3 and 8, I wonder if there are any other alliances? I shudder at the thought of all eight remaining tributes allying together to take us down, but I know it won't happen. I drift into a restless sleep. The images of the male tributes from 12 and 9 fill my dreams. The gaping wounds in their necks stretched wide open. Their eyes staring straight into mine. I feel Plato's hands push me to the ground. I feel my throat slit open but no blood comes out. I stare up at Plato and an overwhelming feeling of terror takes over me. I don't see Plato's face, but instead, I see my own. I wake with a shout. I'm dripping with sweat. The images of the dream flood back into my memory and I force my way out of my tent. I will not sleep again tonight. I relieve Daimen from his watch one hour early. He doesn't argue. I climb on top of the cornucopia and let the cold night air embrace my body. I stay in this position until sunrise.