"Somewhere, weakness is our strength; and I'll die searching for it."

-Paramore

I know it's stupid to be wandering into an unknown section during their active hour, but it was all I could think of. I hadn't planned on this. In my pre-Games days, I would've been all gung-ho about Beetee's idea. Now, I'd rather have died in my fight with the District 1 girl. It would've been easier than losing my mom, brother, and the girl who was quite possibly the love of my life. I can't even think about women in the same way anymore. Nobody can replace Rosemary.

My trek leads me to the jungle, where the clicking sounds get louder. I decide to stay in the lightning section until the 11 'o clock hour is over. Then, I'll be able to walk through safely.

Not far into my walk, I hear footsteps behind me. I spin around to see who it is.

"Hey Twelve. You lead us to your partner, or you die."

Brutus. Of course, I had to run into the Careers.

With all my strength and concentration, I fling a knife at him. It lands right in his chest. Enobaria doesn't even check on him. She takes off immediately, but I catch up to her.

I grab her arms and fold them behind her back, wrapping them with my belt, which I pocketed specifically for something like this.

I put a knife on her throat. "Where you think you're going?"

"A better place than where you're about to go," she hisses. She turns her head towards me, trying to bite me with her Capitol-made vampire teeth.

I scoff. "That was cute. But seriously, you're out of luck. Goodbye." I move the knife away from Enobaria's throat and plunge it into her back. As she collapses, she lets out an agonized scream. I almost feel sorry for her.

Almost.

Her cannon fires a moment later, followed by Brutus'. But something else grabs my attention… there was another cannon not even a minute before I found the Careers. Who was it?

They better not have killed Katniss… They promised me!

I can't think of anything else for probably half an hour. All I do is sit under a tree, since I know where the others are. If Chaff comes along, he won't try anything. I'm all burned out. Why did I have to get reaped in the first place? What idiot came up with the Hunger Games? Why did I have to kill people? I'd barely known them, and all of sudden, I had to be the last face they saw? WHY?

Now I'm absolutely hankering for a drink. I scan the jungle trees, hoping that maybe a bottle of liquor will just fall down from one of them. I notice a snake curling in one of the branches. That's when I see it.

A pair of eyes have been staring at me from behind its tree. The eyes move closer, and a full figure comes into view.

It's Johanna.

Before I have time to register what this means, she sprints at me with her axe and takes a swing.