My eyes flutter open on another morning of the Hunger Games. I sit up and look over to my left, where Tucker is. It's amazing how he didn't die in his sleep from infection today. Well, it kinda makes sense, in District 12 we are known to many diseases and infections, its just that this time we were treated. He lays down in a sleeping bag, eyes closed and breathing slow. I begin digging through my pack, trying to find some food since I am hungry. I retrieve berries from my pack, eat them with enough left over for later, and then wake Tucker up.

"Get up Tucker." I whisper, cautious of wandering tributes.

"Why? I something happening?" He says, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Not yet, and I want a little head start this morning to find some tributes."

"You really want to actually kill people?"

"Not necessarily, either they tell us information, give us their supplies, or death. It is really their choice."

"I never knew you could sound so mean."

"It's the Hunger Games, what do you expect me to act like?" He then stands up, puts away his stuff, then joins me on our way to the Cornucopia.

We walk for a little while, then hear some laughing. Careers. No doubt, they are the only tributes who laugh voluntarily. More often than not, they are laughing about the tributes they killed, or the ones they will kill. I look at Tucker and then around the arena. The grasses get higher the more we go away from them so we start there. I am very careful of my steps, if I make a sound they will hunt me down, butcher me and Tucker, then laugh like they are right now. So I slip off my shoes, duck down, and crawl a few yards, Tucker follows. When I think it is safe, I start to listen to their conversation.

"How many are left?" A boy says this, but I don't know which one.

"There is Derrick, District 1, Me and you Jared, Wayne, both from 7, girl from 8, and those two from 12." I can only guess it is the girl from District 2 is saying this.

"How in the world are they still alive?" The boy, who I think is Jared, retorts.

"I don't know how any of them are still alive, it is pretty obvious that one of us are going to win." Arrogant Careers, every year.

"Whatever, this will be over in a few days. For them, not us." They all start to laugh and then walk away.

I almost sigh, I don't sense that might drag attention to Tucker and I. We hide there for another 5 minutes, then peek up to see if they are here. They left and are hunting the remaining tributes down. I stand up and spot the Cornucopia in the distance, beams of light bouncing off its surface. I grab Tucker's hand, and run to it. The Careers every year leave a big pile of supplies at the Cornucopia. If a tribute steals the supplies from them, or a disaster happens, then any other tribute will win that year. A few years ago a boy from 8, I think Woof, stole the entire all their supplies, burned what he couldn't carry, and ran away. This made him the second victor from 8.

When Tucker and I near the Cornucopia, I notice that there is a tribute guarding it. The boy from 4 most likely. I wasn't sure if he was even a Career this year, and if he didn't want to be I bet he bargained his life to guard their supplies. Tributes from 4 are usually Careers, but if younger than 15 they will be targeted. That happened to the girl from 4, who died on Day 1. He wields a spear in his hand and looks around for passing tributes. I know that he can kill me with that spear, and I know he can kill Tucker with that spear, so I stop running and duck into the grasses closest to the Cornucopia.

"Is anybody there?" He asks, why in the world would he even say that, they aren't going to answer back.

Tucker's face drains of blood, so scared that he stopped moving. I hear footsteps, his footsteps. My eyes open wide and Tucker's do as well. The sounds are getting closer and louder. I panic, and jump up. The boy from 4 didn't expect that and stumbles backwards to the floor. I wield my knife and dash towards him, my heart pounding. He crawling from me, but I sink my knife into his back, blood staining his shirt. He cries out in pain, then he gets up. Still wielding his spear, he throws it at me. It finds my leg, and I lash out my anger at him by stabbing his stomach. The pain we are in is horrible. He then shoves me away from him, steals me knife and runs at me. I take the spear and aim it at his heart. The spear soars through the air and gets his upper left thigh. No cries of pain this time, he is to filled with adrenaline.

He pins me to the floor, knife to my throat, but not slicing it yet. He laughs and wears a sinister smirk. I can only focus on his, because if I move my head the knife will slit my throat. Blood is covering his face at this point, even though I didn't stab him near the face. It must hav been the blood from the back and thigh wound when he was tumbling. It doesn't even matter anyways, I will die. My family is watching right now and he pins me to the floor and laughs. District 12 must be cringing to see this, me come so far but fall short. I can only imagine Heaven now, and how I am going to arrive early with the other tributes.

"Hello, District 12. I see you wanted to get some supplies." He says, still smiling a wicked smile.

"To bad you won't get it, and your partner won't get it either." Tucker! I forgot about him, where is he? Did he run away? Is he injured in the field where the boy from 4 can kill him?

"Oh, you didn't think about that did you. It's okay, you won't be able to think anymore when I am done with you." He raises the knife high up in the air, shining in the sunlight. I cringe and tears fall down my face, the knife is about to come down to place itself in my heart.

But it doesn't ever come down.