The sun shines through the leaves of the tree that I lie in. I'm tempted to stay here until my stomach growls ferociously. With all the excitement of yesterday's events, I forgot to eat. I decide to climb down and head to the Cornucopia. Some kind of food has to be left there. As I walk through the forest, I can't help but feel very alone. Sydni's gone, the Career pack is either dead or out to kill me, and as far as I know, I'm the only tribute who survived the hour countdown after their district partner died. The walk seems to take hours, even though the Cornucopia can't be more than thirty minutes away. Soon, I see the top of the golden horn glinting in the sun. My stomach grumbles loudly, and I run to the horn as fast as I can. I don't hear them talking until I've already rounded the horn. A boy and girl, the ones from 3. They jump up and move back towards a small pile of weapons.
"Stay away!" shrieks the girl. I drop the whip and sword I'm holding and back up. Both the boy and girl look confused. "Are you serious?" asks the boy. "Xavier, his collar!" whispers the girl loudly. The boy looks at me in wonder. "How did you get yours off?" "Didn't you see in the sky?" I ask them. "No," says the girl, "We were hiding and we fell asleep. Missed everything. Who died yesterday? Other than the tributes from 8." I motion for them to sit down, and they follow suit. I slump onto the ground, and grab a backpack. As I rummage through it, looking for food, I tell them what happened the previous day. "The tributes from 1 killed the boy from 12. Marilee from 4 killed the girl. Then Marilee's partner was killed, and her collar started beeping. She tried to kill us, but we stopped her, tied her up, and waited to see what would happen. After an hour of beeping, your head explodes." The girl covers her mouth and lets out a little squeak. I find a small granola bar in the bottom of the backpack and shove the whole thing into my mouth before I continue with the story. "After that, the tributes from 1 tried to kill the boy from 6. My partner tried to stop them, and they ended up killing her. I had no choice but to kill the boy from 6. His partner died soon after." I look up from the backpack to see that the girl and boy are both holding knives and are both backed up against the golden horn, away from me. "Take what you need and leave now," says the girl. She would have sounded more menacing if her voice hadn't cracked. "Fine," I snap. I rummage through a few backpacks and get a decent amount of supplies, and then head back towards the forest without even looking back. Stupid tributes, they'll probably be dead before nightfall.
I make it back to the tree I slept in the previous night and climb up. There's not much to do. There's no point in going hunting for tributes right now; they'll die off soon enough. Why overexert myself? I lounge in the tree for a few hours, whittling away into the tree trunk with a sharp knife.
The loud voice that booms from across the forest catches me off guard; I almost fall out of the tree. Apparently, someone has found a megaphone of some sort. "Tributes! This is Flora from District 11! My partner and I would ask that you join us by the Cornucopia tomorrow for a philosophical discussion. It seems that the shockwave of deaths has stopped for now. We hope you join us. Unarmed, of course. Until then…" The megaphone clicks and there is silence again. "Those idiots," I think. What do they hope to gain from their little meeting? Do they honestly think we can all declare a ceasefire and live the rest of our lives in this arena? No, the Gamemakers wouldn't allow it. My guess is that Rachelle and Togru will show up and butcher everyone anyways. They seem to be the only tributes taking these Games seriously.
Sun up, sun down. No cannons means no deaths; everyone must be hiding out. After the anthem finishes playing out, I close my eyes and sleep. And dream as well.