Hello readers! Hope you're liking the story :) It gets better. This is the chapter that we meet a familiar character. Enjoy!

Bambi's POV

Everything in the Capitol flew bye. The chariots, training, interviews. Everything. The waiting of my death couldn't have been faster. It almost killed me. Soon enough, I was in the games. The transition had been abrupt; I was eating fancy soups and meats I'd never even heard of for a limited time and now I was caged up in this arena where I'd have to find my own food. I guess that's the price for being fancied. I squinted as I got my first real look at the arena I would be fighting for my life in.

Grasslands. They went out about ten miles. It wasn't just short grass, it was tall. Probably about a foot shorter than I am. Way off behind the grasslands was an abundance of hills with scattered trees. About 90° counterclockwise of the hills was a large lake and a small forest made up tall and thin trees. You could see right through it. Some tributes would go to the obvious water source, and that'd be it. But they'd be seen. And when you're seen, you can get killed. There's gotta be some water on the hills, I think to myself. There's no way that huge lake is the only water source.

I turned my attention back to the cornucopia. In the center, an ax sat there. If I could just run and grab it, kill off a few for sponsor's sake and run into the high grass that leads to the hills. The only problem was that on the other side of the arena, there was only tall grass. Anybody who had brains would go where I'm going.

There was no more time to think. Five… Four… Three… Two… One… BOOM!

""Ladies and Gentlemen, let the 65th Annual Hunger Games begin!" A voice boomed through the arena. I was shaking, but I sprinted to the mouth of the cornucopia and grabbed my ax. There were a few oncoming attackers that I swung my ax at. One immediately fell, the other showing a smudge of skill when she deflected it. She grabbed the nearest weapon - a sword three feet long. She could barely hold the thing.

I had to get out of here. The longer I stayed here, the more fights would come up. The more fights that came up, the higher probability I had of dying. But, I guess the probabilities were already high of me dying.

I advanced on her, faked a swing at her arm then kicked her legs from under her. Quickly, I slit her throat and run to the grass fields.

I never thought I would be able to kill people like that. I've always thought it was people like President Snow who did that. Or his army of enslaved peacekeepers. Neither of the two seem to show any emotion, let alone sympathy to people they hurt. Peacekeepers are given their orders, and they follow them. Quite ironic, isn't it? They're called peacekeepers. All I know them for doing is causing trouble not stopping it.

Then, I realized, that I'm just like the peacekeepers. I'm just apart of Snow's army. And my one command? To kill. Kill and you get to go home. These games are supposed to keep the country in peace. But by being peace, there needs to be war. And us kids are the ones creating it.

The war isn't always physical either. I've seen people in seven starving. Their war is the same war I'm fighting right now. And any other war ever fought. The goal is the same. To stay alive. The Capitol claims their nation is at peace, yet nearly everybody who lives in the districts is suffering. Starving, parched, watching their children die.

I ran until I was out of breath. I was still in the tall grass. It appeared that I was about halfway through the grass. Another five or ten miles and I'd be to the hills where there would hopefully be water. I sighed and sat down in the grass so I'd be hidden. I was is desperate need for a break. I sat with my elbows leaning on my knees, and my hands clasped, twisting my thumbs around each other. I kept my ax close by, just in case somebody tried to attack.

But nobody did. It was almost calming.

After about twenty minutes, I knew I should get going. I would eventually get thirsty. So I sighed and stood up to continue walking through the endless grass field.

It very well might have been 40 eternities before I finally made it to the hills. It was a long and hot journey. I needed food and water. And fast. That's why the sound of rushing water almost made me jump for joy. I ran to it, which was extraordinary seeing how tired I was. If I was hot and sweating, the water would probably be even more refreshing.

That night was a good night. I found food and made camp about a mile away from the river I found. Water is scarce in the arena. Tributes making camp by it were planned a disappointing death for lack of though, it seems. Plus, if you're as lucky to come across the careers, the tributes from district four are in the alliance. If you choose to swim your way out… you're a goner. This being said, I'm close enough to the river that it's not very far away when I'm thirsty and want to get a drink, but it's far enough away that I'm actually in a decent hiding place in a bundle of trees.

I fell asleep in a tree that night. I had to trust that I wouldn't fall out, because I got absolutely no supplies from the cornucopia. Just my ax.

I was just about to fall asleep when the country's nation anthem woke me up. I groaned, but I was eager to learn who was gone. Everybody from 1 and 2 lived. No surprise there. The boy from three, girl from four, both from five, girl from six, both from 9, boy from 10 and boy from 12 were all gone. Nine lie dead on the cornucopia grounds. Two of them I took responsibility for. The boy from three, who seemed to lack all skill for coming at me unarmed and the girl from six, who actually put up somewhat of a fight. I sighed. 15 left. With that thought echoing in my head, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and fingered the locket Johanna gave me and bit my lip. I opened it and examined each face in family closely. There is no way I'd forget about them in here. I couldn't do that. Not ever.

I climbed down the tree to find some breakfast and get a sip of water. I walked through the scattered forests, running from one protected and hidden area to the next. The grasslands were tough, but I was on high grounds. I had the beter view than anybody.

Then I misplaced my foot, flinging me ten feet into the air. If you're wondering, no I did not blow up. How unfortunate would that ending be?

Instead, I was engulfed by netting. I had been so shocked, I had dropped my ax. I growled as a young boy comes into view, a simper plastered on his face. It was clearly not aimed at me, but at the cameras that surrounded us. I was in a snare. A trap meant to kill animals. But I was no animal, and this is not how I would die.

Can you guys guess who that is under the net? :D I'm so excited to write about him. Take some guesses when you review for my story. *wink* which all of you should be doing. Thanks guys! You're welcome that this chapter is longer, anyways. Sorry about the last one. /: It was kinda an awkward paragraph just to show how everybody appreciates each other in Johanna's house. Ya know… yes… PLEASE REVIEW! I WILL BE ETERNALLY GRATEFUL!