I'm awoken by the cannon fire. When I open my eyes, I can see that it's around six in the morning. Cato is already up, stretching by the fire. Today is the big day. Today, I have a feeling that it ends one way or another.

"Who do you think that was?" asks Cato. He is sitting down, arm extended over his straight leg. I do the same, feeling the familiar burn.

"Peeta," I say. "Maybe he killed himself after he saw that Fire Girl died last night. Or maybe he just gave in to his wound." I switch to my other leg. Cato nods.

"Only District 5 now," He says. "That little girl reminds me of a fox."

"I thought the same thing when I first saw her. She is certainly like a fox, in appearance and behavior." I say. I get to my feet, and look out at the lake. This might be the last time I get to look at it. It is beautiful, especially now as the sun rises over it. Sometimes I wish I could have been born in District 4, so that I could look out at the water all the time.

"Let's get going," Cato says, after a few minutes. I check that my 5 knives are in place, and that Cato has his sword. For a few minutes, we argue about what supplies to take. Cato thinks we will need the bulky first aid kit, but I think we should bring more food and water.

Eventually we decide on taking one of the smaller first aid kits, and 2 backpacks full of food and water. I carry one of the backpacks; Cato carries the other, and the first aid kit. "I think we should head for the forest," I say. "That's where she went after the feast."

"Okay, sounds good," says Cato. Of course he would say that, because he has been avoiding going into the wheat field all games. I have wanted to go in, to find food, especially after the supplies were blown up.

We set off into the forest, walking for many hours without speaking. We do this to not alert District 5. We take five minute breaks every half an hour. When it was nearing dark, Cato took out our flashlight and handed it to me. I stowed it in my pocket, for quick use.

Then we heard the faintest crack echo through the forest. "What was that?" Cato asks. I put a finger to my lips, and continue forward. Even though Cato and I try to remain as quiet as possible, he steps on a large stick, producing a loud crunch.

Like a mole popping out of its hole, The District 5 girl shoots up from behind a bolder, some 40 feet away. Seeing us, she immediately dives back down behind her rock. One of my knives whiz through the area where her neck was a moment before.

I hear a soft click and the girl pops up again. This time, she quickly chucks out what looks like a small round rock, and immediately dives behind her rock again. Cato grabs me and dives to the ground.

A moment later, there is an explosion, and the fragments of the grenade fly in every direction, and slam into the girls rock, the trees, and Cato's armored back. I looked up in time to see the girl sprinting away, red hair flying behind her.

AN: So, I just remembered this story, and I'm planning on finishing it. Hope you guys are still interested in reading it. The last chapter will either be the next or the one after that, and there will be an epilogue. So, there will still be 2-3 chapters. I'm also thinking about writing a sequel to this, let me know if I should!