Day Six

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Here's the Head Gamemaker POV for today

Mortimus Jones, Head Gamemaker ( this isn't me, you know.)

The bell rings for work in the Control Center. the other Gamemakers man their positions, ready for action. I get like a thousand calls from the others that say like ", Mr. Jones, what are we doing today?" It's freakin' annoying.

I sigh. My right hand man comes up to me and asks that same question.

"We just had that bloody battle yesterday, so, are we giving it a rest?" he asks.

Sighing, I reply, "No. Simply no. I haven't told you yet, I should make it a public announcement here." I grab the mike from my desk and talk into it.

"Orders from the president. We're not doing a good job. I dunno how. But she says the Games must be over by next week." I hear the wave of surprise wash over the Gamemakers. This could the second shortest Hunger Games ever. In history. I immediately get cries of, "But Mr. jones, what do we do, then."

I tell my right hand man to make the announcement. Release the mutts, start the cool down, crank the heat, get ready for tomorrow. "Tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yep, that's when it'll be. Now release the **** mutts or I'll have you executed like the last disobedient Gamemaker," I say.

Rick Hanover POV

I can't believe we haven't been attacked yet. Seriously. Six days of peace in our alliance with District Eight's Moran's, Gideon and Libya. I've needed it to recover, from when Leda was killed. I'm not sure that memory will ever go away.

She was there one second, down the next shot by that quiet District Eleven girl with the bow. I swear I will rip her throat out or something nasty like that.

"I think it'll be today," Gideon says. "It's been too quiet for us. Way too quiet."

"Good thinking. I'll pack up. We better get on the road now," I respond. So we all get ready, for whatever horror the Gamemakers send us. We're on the move when I hear the cannon. BOOM! Someone died recently. I hear running water, very faintly, but still there. Good, I've been really thirsty for the past few days. Then I feel the ground rumble so slightly beneath my feet.

"Another quake," I mutter. The others think the same thing.

"Omygosh, again! My leg still hurts from the last one," Libya says. She's always been that teenage girl sort of way. Whiny, most of the time.

That's when the ground bursts up several feet behind me. A cave up. What the ****. They're mutts. Huge mutts. They take up the entire passage we're in. There's only two of them. About six feet tall and wide, they look like, I try to place them in my list of animals. They look like beavers. But why are they standing on two legs? I see the answer in the foot long metal claws that tip the end of their limbs. Terror strikes me.

"Run!" I yell to the others. We all take off, and the mutts don't follow. Maybe they're like slugs. Then the ground bursts again, and I'm blown to my knees. They tunnel. We're screwed. The mutt is already standing over me, claw raised, and drives it into my stomach. It doesn't hurt that much, when I start to feel sick. Poison.

I motion for the others to run. I probably won't get medicine for this. I do have one thing to tell them, "Get the District Eleven girl. Please."

Bianca Taylor POV

I pick up the silver parachute that just randomly came out of the ground. It just oozed out of it. Weird. I wondered how they got sponsor gifts to people. It's a huge parachute, and I unwrap it to find a spear. A nice one, too.

"Holy cow," Ross Droke says as he looks at it. "That's cool. One of those types of spears."

"What type?" I ask.

"um, they're supposed to be really good. The best. And really expensive. Did you get because of Claire?" Ross says.

Probably. My sister died just yesterday. "Looks like you got one too," I point. A silver parachute comes out of the ground, just like mine. He unwraps it, hoping for a cool weapon. Instead he finds two bottles of water. I chuckle. It's ironic since Eric just got some water last night. "Wow, you've got good sponsors."

Zuper Ridn POV

BOOM! That's the second cannon today. The first one was earlier, in what I would call morning. Time really has no meaning in this arena.

Then I hear the water. Being as parched of thirst as I am, I motion for Loli to get up. "We've got water nearby," I tell her. She's as thirsty as I am, and ready to eat, too. Yesterday we ran out of our food source, and have been surviving on mushrooms and Izzi's water bottle, which is barely full. The water sound is pretty loud. There must be a spring or something.

Well, I get my answer. It's a flood. "Holy crap," I yell as I pick up my little sister and hightail it out of there. The room we were in fills up quickly. We're forced to run the way we came from the Cornucopia. We're actually scarily close to it. The water finally stops chasing us after ten minutes. Good. I can't swim. And these outfits they gave us have no protection on them whatsoever. We stop and rest. All of us made it through the flood.

The silver parachute appears quickly. I open it eagerly for hopes of food. And yes, it is food! There are two rolls for all of us, 12 in total, and a large pot of hot broth. Finally we will eat well again. Another one appears shortly after. It contains a water bottle for each of us. We have some good sponsors. They must adore the little ones.

Artemis Romal POV

Yes! Water! I hear the sound of it not so far away. I've been so parched of thirst, I could drink anything right now. Except for acid. I won't go the same way as my brother did. I'm going home.

Turns out to be a lot of water. A flood. Great. Well, at least it's water. I can't think and I seem to forget one crucial fact.

I can't swim. I just realize this as I run toward the flood with my water bottle. Crap.

Death List for today:

Artemis Romal: Drowned in the huge flood

Rick Hanover: killed my those evil beavers with claws.

Not many deaths today, and the Capitol is getting bored. You know what that means...

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