My stylist makes a few final adjustments to my outfit when she's happy, she nods to me, and I go to stand on my platform. I feel tense about what was going to happen, as it rises up.
I get my first glance of the arena. The cornucopia, with supplies and weapons spread from it, and the other tributes on their platforms are all in the centre of a reasonably small island. Two long, quite thin wooden bridges run from the island, across a calm-looking lake, to the rest of the arena beyond - a landscape of hills and trees. I look around for Brandi. She was there and looked stronger than I've seen her since the reapings.
The gong sounds, and we immediately run forward and grab a pack each and a handful of weapons. Then we set off towards one of the bridges. Thankfully missing the bloodbath. When we got into the woods we looked for a place to make a camp but i could see that Brandi was not happy so we kept moving.
Three cannons sound. The bloodbath must be over. Only three cannons! That's pretty terrible. As I think it, another sounds. Four dead. Four families who will be grieving for the rest of their lives.
We find a sheltered spot next to a stream that's far enough away from the cornucopia for us not to be found. At least not today anyway. As it starts to darken in the arena, the faces appear in the sky. First Dylan from 9 appears. I asked Brandi if she knew him she just stayed silent and kept watching the sky. I took that as an 'I don't want to talk about it, it will only hurt.'
Next was Tate from 6 followed by Mic and then Mckenna. Both district five. No district five winners this year then. The sky turns dark and i offer to take first watch knowing nothing will happen tonight, everyone will be resting to pounce tomorrow.