Flux Lambert, District 3

I wake up shivering. It takes me too long to sit up, every joint in my body is stiff with cold. What the hell?

I look towards the door leading out into the frozen wasteland. I see that it is wide open. Well, that explains it.

I stand up and whine in pain. I stumble over to the pad on the door and place my hand on it. The door stays open.

I try again to no avail. I look around, trying to see if there is anybody near me. I don't see signs of a person. Besides, if they had found me I'd already be dead.

I back away from the door and pull my hood over my head. It's probably some sick Gamemaker trick. Something to encourage me to return to the action.

Suddenly, I hear a loud roar coming from outside the dome. My heart sinks to my stomach. My mouth opens wide and the creature roars again. Yeah, definitely a Gamemaker trick.

I run to the side and hide behind some tall grass, holding my breath. The ground shakes with rhythm, slowly increasing with every passing second.

I can just barely make out a large, white animal entering the doorway. It stands on all fours, and it's ginormous. Its red eyes and sharp teeth tell me its not friendly. I realize it looks like a bear, if a bear were white and double in size.

The bear roars again and keeps walking towards the center of the arena. I close my mouth, not realizing it was still open. I cover my mouth with my hands, partly to warm up but mostly to keep my screams inside of me.

What are they doing to us?

I move as far away from that door as possible, staying near the glass of the dome. I hear two roars at the same time. Did they send two of those things in here?

I have never felt fear of this magnitude. I sit in the grass, my legs too shaky to move. Please, don't let them find me here.

Seriah Jamison, District 10

I haven't moved from the tree since Jeff died. Emotions flow through me, anger, sadness, despair. I grip the Careers bow tightly, wishing I could use it to kill all of them. Wishing I could use it to bring him back.

I flip back and forth from being angry at the Capitol to being angry to the Careers. But I know deep down, I am simply angry at myself. Angry that I let this happen. Angry that it was my fault. He deserved more than this, he deserved to return home.

I am so lost in thought I don't hear the stomping until I look up. I audibly gasp at what I see. A large polar bear stands in front of me, it's red eyes glowing. It's so tall it's head is my level. I cannot move. I take slow, deep breaths. This is no regular polar bear. This is a fucking mutt.

It roars and the wind pushes me back. I drop the bow and regain my balance, shuddering. It begins its charge at me and I freeze, unsure of where to go. If I stay, I will die. If I jump, I will die.

The bear makes the choice for me by ramming into the tree. The tree unearths and falls over. I scream as I fall, tumbling through the branches. I land with a thud, the wind getting knocked out of me. I try to move, I try to do anything yet I can't. My body is frozen, I'm sure something is broken. I see the bear walk towards me. I close my eyes. It's okay, I think to myself. I'll be with Jeff.

Callista Beaufort, District 4

The sounds of the roars worried us, but it was the cannon firing that made us fearful. We gear up, weapons in our hands. What horrors could the Gamemakers possibly send towards us?

"We stand our ground here, we are not hunting some engineered mutts." Chaze demands. For once, I agree with him. The sun beats down on us, I can feel the sweat forming on my body. I finish off one of our water bottles and eat an apple. I look at the remaining supplies in the pile. Three full water bottles, two empty ones. Half a dozen apples, three loaves of bread, a first aid kit, and two sleeping bags. I look at the items, perplexed. Certainly we had more when the Games started, did we not?

I'm about to question my allies when another roar fills the arena. I grip my sword tightly. What on earth did they release?

My question is unfortunately immediately answered when I see a big, white creature stomping towards us. He breaks through the trees, his red eyes staring at us. He drops something out of his mouth. I gasp when I realize its a body. I am unable to distinguish who it could possibly be. My heart sinks to my stomach.

"What the fuck is the plan now?" I ask no one in particular. Twenty four of us combined couldn't take down this creature, no matter how many years of training we have.

"We run, now." Neptune suggests. I do not question it. As if on cue, the bear runs towards us. I run in the direction of the endless grasslands that lies ahead of me. I hear a loud crash behind me. I stop briefly to look, and see the metal cornucopia completely demolished. Any remaining supplies we had are destroyed by the mutt. I swear at myself before continuing to run.

I hear no cannons fire as I run, which means my allies survived. I slow to a jog once I no longer hear the roars of the beast. I take many deep breaths, my heart still racing like crazy. I mentally ask the Gamemakers to give us a break. Please, do not send those creatures back.

My eyes shoot open when I hear the cannon fire.

Fodille Earthdrop, District 11

The roaring of the monster sent me up the most concealed tree I could find. I hold my breath as the monster walked past me. I see an animal in his mouth as he walks on by, beelining it straight to the cornucopia. I only relax when he is out of my sight.

I decide to stay in my tree for a while, allowing myself to calm down. I slowly eat some blue berries I found before the attack. I have a headache from dehydration, and make a promise to myself to head to the lake once the monsters are gone. They certainly don't plan to kill us all with a mutt, right? Isn't the whole purpose of the Games to watch us kill each other? How many cannons have to fire before they send them away?

A loud crashing makes my heart jump. I assume that means the monster has reached the cornucopia. I keep waiting for the inevitable cannon fire, but none come. Maybe the Careers are smarter than they appear.

I hear footsteps getting closer and closer. I peak out of the leaves and see someone running into the trees. Every limb goes stiff when I realize who it is; the boy from Two. The boy who murdered my brother.

He stops his sprint and leans against a tree, catching his breath. I freeze, unsure of what to do. Do I attack now, while he's vulnerable? Am I strong enough to take him, or will I simply embarrass myself?

I conclude this will be my only opportunity to have the upper hand on him. I move very slowly, keeping my breath slow and steady. Just as he catches his breath, I jump out of my tree and land on top of him. He's taken off guard and his sword slides away from his grasp.

Weaponless, he is still infinitely stronger than I am. I flail my knife around, trying to get a good swing at him. I manage to stab him in the shoulder. He shouts profanity at me before throwing me off of him. I fly back and land next to his sword. He pulls my knife out of his shoulder as I pick up the sword. He tilts his head at me, almost as if he recognizes me.

"You're his sister, aren't you?" I can feel my face heat up and a smile forms on his face.

"You're a fighter, aren't you? That's so sweet, trying to avenge your dead brother. Don't worry, you'll be with him soon." Anger boils in my veins.

He charges at me and I swing the sword at him. He blocks it with the knife and takes me down. He mounts me, a crazed look in his eye.

I manage to knee him in the groin. He loosens his grip for only a second, but its long enough. I use all the strength I have left to push him to the side. I pick up the sword and swing it at him. It leaves a large gash from his shoulder to his stomach. Blood soaks his clothes immediately.

"You….bitch." He says before passing out. I fall to the ground, exhaustion taking over. I am unable to stop myself from passing out as the cannon fires.

Demica Langley, District 6

We sit by the water, hiding from whatever threat lays out there. We heard the roars, the firing of two cannons, and refuse to venture out until we know its safe.

My heart stops when I see the creature, it's something out of a nightmare. For a moment, I fear it will find us, but instead it bypasses us. I watch it walk out of the dome and into the snow. I feel the pressure lifted off of my shoulders. They must be done torturing us for now.

"He came from the cornucopia." Samuel states. I look around the arena and realize he's right.

"You think those two cannons belonged to Careers?" Lavender asks. He shrugs.

"They might have. Regardless, there's a good chance the cornucopia is empty." I realize what he's hinting at and shrug.

"That's a big might. You sure you want to risk it?" He nods.

"We'd get a lot of supplies for ourselves, and hurt the Careers at the same time. It's our best bet of winning." I ignore the fact only one of us can come out victorious.

"Alright, you lead on." I say. He eagerly listens and the three of us make our moves back towards the center. I start to get nervous as we approach. For a moment, I think we've gone the wrong way. The metal structure that stood up is no longer there. I look to the side and see it has been absolutely destroyed. I say a quick thank you that the monster never found us. If it could destroy a metal structure like it was paper, I'm afraid to think about what it could have done to a person.

Just as Samuel thought, there isn't a single Career in sight. The monster seemed to have destroyed most of the supplies, but we are able to salvage some things. We leave with a full water bottle, two daggers, a sword, a first aid kit, and a sack of six apples. I see a smile form on Samuel's face, and I cannot help but smile myself. There's a brief moment of confidence, of true belief I can leave this arena alive. The feeling lasts only a moment, but its still nice.

We decide to head back to the lake incase one of the Careers comes back. We enjoy a nice meal, eating three of the apples and some berries we picked up on the way back.

I can only hope our luck continues.

Seriah-My spicy little tribute, you were the most fun to write. I'd totally let you win if I didn't create you.

Chaze-You had a target painted on your back from the beginning. You were cold blooded and ruthless, but I will miss writing you.

I have had nearly zero motivation to write lately, so I can't promise fast updates. I'm hoping that has passed and I can get back to writing a lot again soon.