Scott's POV (man from 9)
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Now that Kylee and Samuel are dead, I'm on my own with only four knives to defend myself.
Maybe I should get more allies. But that will be hard, considering there's only five of us left.
Wow. Only five left. The Hunger Games will be over sooner than I thought. This was an interesting Quarter Quell. Not exactly fair, though.
A movement below me brings me back to reality. When I look closer, I recognize Kathie, the girl from 12. She's nineteen, five years younger than me.
I don't throw a knife. Instead, I call her over to the tree.
Kathie recognizes my voice. She doesn't take out weapons, she trusts me.
"Scott?" she walks over to the tree.
Let me clarify. I saved her life at the bloodbath.
"Yes, it's me." I nod.
"I'm sorry about Kylee. It was sad, seeing her face in the sky."
I lower my head. "She wasn't going to win," I sigh. "At least she died quickly. Well, do you want to be allies? It's down to the final five. Things are going to get bad soon."
"Of course I'll be your ally!" Kathie shouts.
"Sh!" I whisper, glancing around, making sure the man from 4 isn't nearby.
"Don't worry, I saw Gorden being chased by Jacob. They went in the direction of the mountain." Kathie explains.
"There's a mountain?"
Kathie nods. "I've got two spears. They've been quite useful."
"The end of the Hunger Games is near," I tell her.
"Yes. Let's go to the mountain tomorrow." Kathie suggests.
"Okay. And I know where Ginger is," I smile triumphantly.