Rally Toyota, District 6

I didn't get much peace before the smoke alerted me to the dangers creeping up on me. I quickly shove everything into my bag and run in the opposite direction of the flames.

I cover my mouth to try to keep my lungs clean to no avail. It doesn't take long before I am coughing like crazy and I have to stop to catch my breath. Just as I get enough air in me, I realize I am standing in front of the armed boy from Five. He stares at me with his dagger raised, confused.

I point behind me and wheeze "fire". His eyes widen when he sees the smoke forming over the trees and begins to frantically pack his belongings. I am about to begin running again, when I see his district partner laying on the ground.

"Is she injured?" I ask him. He doesn't even look at me. I ask again louder. He stops what he's doing, clearly fearful of the threat.

"Yes…yes she is." He throws his small bag over his shoulder and tries to wake her.

"Layla, please wake up." She moans but doesn't move. He puts her arm over his shoulder and tries to stand, but I can tell she's a dead weight. He's about to collapse when I run over and hold her up. He looks at me confused, but allows me to put her other arm around myself.

The three of us begin to evade the fire, but I can tell we are slower than it is. A slight pain of regret creeps up in my mind, but I push it away so quickly. I would want somebody to do the same for me, if I were in her position.

The boy trips over a fallen branch and the three of us collapse. I realize we are running out of time, and the place we stand will be in flames in mere seconds. The smoke combined with exhaustion and dehydration has taken over, not all of us are making it out alive.

The boy goes to pick her up again, but I put my hand on his shoulder.

"We have to go. Now." His eyes tear up from the smoke, I think. He ignores me, trying to hoist the girl up again. I take his arm and slowly pull him away, the heat nearly too much to bear.

"Come on, you know this is what she would want." I say, despite not knowing anything about her. The boy is shaking, but I am able to pull him away. I think I hear him let out a sob when the cannon fires and tears start forming in my eyes.

What have I done?

Lavender Byzantine, District 8

I kneel in the grass, the same spot Samuel lost his life. The hovercraft took is body ages ago, yet I stay put, mourning him. Demica stands on guard nearby. She is devastated by the loss as well. We both feel guilty, wishing we were able to do more. Not only did we lose our friend, we lost some supplies as well. I shake my head in disappointment.

The cannon firing makes me stand up. I look over at Demica, who has not stopped staring into the distance. I walk over to her and I see a large fire engulfing the forest.

"Do you think that was one of them?" I ask, referring to our attackers. They ran off into the woods after the attack. Demcia nods.

"It's likely. I think the girl was injured." She says with a slight tone of hope. I turn to return to the lake when I stop in my tracks. The water has reduced significantly, and only a little remains. I refill my bottle with the last of the water. The Gamemakers are trying to push us together, I think to myself. The forest fire, emptying the lake, they want a battle.

I tell Demica about the lake and she just shrugs it off.

"When should we leave? Finding a new spot we can hold out on might be a good idea." I ask her.

"We should move during the anthem. The noise can cover our tracks." I nod in agreement. Knowing it will start soon, I begin to pack up all our supplies. Just as I imagined, the anthem begins. As we move away from the fire, I glance up to see the faces of the fallen. The first face is the boy from Three. I feel guilty that I forgot about him, but guilt is replaced by slight joy when the face of the girl from Five projects in the sky. I'd hope her partner's face would show in the sky as well, but it does not. The last face to project is Samuel. The anthem ends and Demica and I walk in silence away from the horrors we endured, towards new horrors we can only imagine.

Callista Beaufort, District 4

I have never been this thirsty in my entire life. I've been using the method the boy from Three had mastered, but it does not satisfy me completely. I start to pity people in other districts, those who do not have the luxury that our district does. I think about the seven other tributes that stand in my way, seven more need to fall before I can return home. Five of them won't be a problem, it's Majesty and Neptune that worry me. I could take them individually, but together I know they would overwhelm me. I was hoping the sky would show one of their faces, but I was let down. As the anthem fades away, I'm overwhelmed by the silence in the arena. Back at home, the Capitol always focuses on the action. They tend to skip past the tributes sitting around around, like I am as well. Before entering, they created an allusion of constant action, constant fighting. But alas, here I am, sitting and waiting, trying not to die of thirst.

In the distance I see a hint of smoke, with a flicker of light. I assume it's a campfire, but I quickly realize the amount of smoke is too great for a normal campfire. I conclude the forest is alight and I am thankful I am on the other side of the arena. I wonder what the Gamemaker's plan is. Since we're at the final eight, they may be planning to host a feast soon. Suddenly it hits me, I have made it to the final eight. I let a smile form on my face. I'm not too surprised I've made it this far, with my training, but it's still a relief knowing I've done well. My family is proud of me, that's for certain. I wonder what they're saying about me in their interviews. I start thinking about Asher, I wonder how he feels about my actions. I wonder if anything will develop between us once I return home. I may not be opposed to it, this time.

I let my happy thoughts lull me to sleep, excited for the moment I can return home a victor.

Fodille Earthdrop, District 11

I was able to sense the danger before it was too late, and escaped the forest unscathed. Based on the cannon fires from earlier, I know not everyone can say the same. Now, I walk aimlessly in one direction, hoping to find some kind of supplies.

I found a strawberry bush in my path and pulled as many off as I could hold. The juices refresh me as I continue walking through the arena. I try to remember everyone who is left. Three Careers, four outliers, and myself. Not a typical Hunger Games, that's for sure. I wonder when the Careers will begin to turn on each other. I wonder if they already have?

Before long I reach the remnants of the Cornucopia. What used to be a beautiful, metal structure has been demolished into rubble. I slowly walk around it, looking for anything useful. I find a dirty medium size back pack. I rustle through it and only find a smushed water bottle. By the state of the bag, there's a good chance the water was full at first. I shake my head in disappointment, but take the bag with me. I place my knife in the bag but keep my sword in my hand. It's clear the Careers have moved base, the question is, where have they gone?

It's certainly been a minute since I've written anything. I feel bad that these chapters are getting shorter, but I am losing interest in writing. However, I love reading SYOT's and submitting to them, so if you are writing one or know of one that needs tributes, send me a PM!

Layla-You were one of my favorite tributes, I loved you and Holden together. I wish you two had a chance, I'm sorry

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