Gorden's POV
I woke up this morning and found food next to me. Bread. But not from district 4, that's for sure.
District 7. It's from Jacob.
I'm quite hungry, so I eat a quarter of the loaf. Then I glance down the mountain. Jacob's sitting there's staring into the distance.
"Thank's for the bread," I call down.
Jacob jumps. "Y-you're w-welcome!"
He's scared.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Do you want to be allies?" I ask.
Jacob looks shocked for a second. "I-I guess so."
"Great. When should we search for the remaining tributes?"
"Um...tomorrow!" Jacob quickly decides.
"Okay. Tomorrow it is. What have you got?"
"Just a knife and a sword. You?"
"Three daggers. I did have six to start out with, but I lost a few."
"Same. I had three knives." Jacob nods.
"So, what should we do until dark?"
"Watch the fake clouds? They're making some strange patterns," Jacob tells me.
I glance up. The clouds are forming strange shapes indeed.
"Arrows!" I gasp. "Where are they pointing?"
"Gorden...I-I think that one's pointing at us!" Jacob whimpers.
Yes, one of them is pointing at us. Another one points downward and to the left, and another points at the treeline between the Spring and Summer sections.
"That's where the other tributes are!" I realize. "Now we know where to go!"
"Unfortunately," Jacob interrupts. "So do the others."