No one dies this chapter, so there is no tribute list at the bottom.

This is just a little teaser chapter thing to announce something special.

D2- 16- (Azaleigh Rommell)

Storm clouds roll over the Careers as the sun tries to rise in the arena but the sun is concealed by clouds. As the morning progresses forward, the same dawn light stays as rain trickles from above, soaking Dante, Stone, and Gleam, who didn't find and grab umbrellas at the Cornucopia. If we have extras in our loads of stuff that we're carrying in the wheelbarrows and the transportation device things that we built, they're buried too deep for the three of them to find, so scowls are permanently on their faces as Jackson and I snuggle close to each other under our shared umbrella. The other three carry theirs around luxuriously.

As midmorning approaches—I think it's midmorning—trumpets blare all across the arena. Jackson and I look at each other, smile slightly at one another, and then wait for the announcement. Gleam, Dante, and Stone look up at the sky as it pours in sheets down on them. Lugging the covered supplies, they trudge along, annoyed. Jackson also lugs a covered wheelbarrow behind him, holding my hand with his free hand. I hold our umbrella over us.

"Hello and congratulations to the remaining tributes!" the announcing voice exclaims. "Soon there will be a feast in the arena!" Gleam and Stone's eyes light up a bit, and Adelina and Daphne are beaming. "However, the feast will be in the forest."

I don't know why they'd want a feast now. We've done a good job keeping up the killing, the Careers and the other tributes, and surely we've entertained the Capitol, right? I also hope that the flickers of romance between Jackson and me that we can no longer hide keep them satisfied with us as well. So with all that stuff going on, why order a feast to draw us together? Despite the largeness of the arena, we're all pretty well driven together.

And the last part worries me. We started late in going to the woods. We haven't made much progress toward the distant woods at all, what with our arguing and our packing and our building. I desperately hope the feast isn't too soon, because what if the other tributes all die out and we're not there? I won't get a kill. As much as Jackson has softened me, I'm still a Career and I'm still a good fighter and enjoy that sort of thing.

D4- 13- (Nelly Carter)

Calypso and I wake up late that day. I can see the trees painting the horizon. They're beginning to seem reachable. At our slow pace we can make it there by day nine—if we're still alive. We talk for too long and don't have time to hunt before we have to get up and hurry to the woods, especially since it begins to rain. The trees spreading out across the grounds are beginning to seem tangible instead of vague, unreal bits of my imagination - ourimaginations, given to us by the Gamemakers and the Capitol.

Our footsteps are nearly silent in the wet grass as a light trickle of rain drizzles from the sky. The drizzle transforms from light raindrops dripping from the sky like water out of a faucet when you leave the handle turned just slightly, but everywhere, to a heavy shower. A million persistent faucets sit atop the clouds and everyone in the heavens have left the handles turned just slightly, dropping water down on our heads.

I know this isn't real rain. I suspect so at least. I imagine the sky is projected and the rain is also fake but it feels real. It's cold and as the sheets of droplets collapse on my skin, it feels like needles running into my flesh but no blood is drawn. Mix that with the wind blowing toward us, and the heavy rain spits in our faces. I wipe it away from my eyes and sting when a large drop comes unexpectedly into them.

Then the announcement. The announcer, with her clear voice, tells us the facts evenly. She goes on to say, "This is day five. The feast will occur on day seven of the arena. Currently it is eleven seventeen a.m."

I turn to Calypso and tell her to speed up.

D5- 18- (Anya Saitov)

As soon as I hear the feast announcement, I decide I don't want to go. They're luring us together so they can see major bloodshed, and it's likely I'll be one of the people to shed blood. I'm good at working alone, killing lone tributes—and partners, I guess—but a whole feast worth of kids? It's another bloodbath. There's no way I'm going. I decide this immediately, and the fact that it is on day seven enforces that.

"For those of you who decide not to go, you will encounter some…surprises."

The tone of the announcer is viciously mischievous. She's telling us, Go. Go or we'll send mutts and kill you. Go and have a chance at life or stay and be mutilated.

It would really suck if I had stayed farther back for a while. I think about the Careers, who must be back at the Cornucopia, and smirk. Bye-bye, I think. It's not too bad at all that you had to go like this.

I sigh and continue my trek to the woods. I'm amused by the thought of the dead Careers, but still agitated that I have to go to the feast.

D9- 17- (Asher Lightwood)

Aeris and I look at each other when the feast is announced. We grin a little bit at each other, realizing the other alliances will be screwed because they've already run off to the woods, away from the Cornucopia, and we'll be here to steal all the stuff before they even get close to being here. But then, when the announcer says it's in the woods, we realize the joke is on us and we're screwed. How are we supposed to get there?

Then, the announcer says it's on day seven and I feel all hope of getting there drain out of me. It's not that big of a deal, because we have all the supplies in the Cornucopia to fall back on, especially since the Careers have packed up and left. So Aeris and I take each other's hands like the announcement was never made, closing our eyes and trying to take naps. We prefer the night now because there are less bugs out, and we've learned the hard way that some of the bugs outside are bugs you do not want to be bitten by.

But the feast speech just keeps droning on! I sigh and listen in, and I can see Aeris does the same. We both stare out of the cave as if we can see the person speaking to us out there, standing in the middle of the arena. This cave is our home now, our safety. We have to make the short but tedious and time-taking journey to the Cornucopia for batteries and food every day now, and over the last day we've worked out a schedule for it:

We sleep from midmorning to afternoon. We get up and hunt around the mountain. Then as it starts to get dark, we go to sleep for another little bit. After that, when the sun rises, one of us fishes and one of us goes to the Cornucopia. We were prepared to do this for the rest of the Games, but the Capitol has other ideas, I suppose. Still, it's impossible for us to get there! We won't go. We can't.

"For those of you who decide not to go, you will encounter some…surprises," the voice above us says. Aeris and I look at each other, appalled. We're going to be killed because we can't get there. It's totally not fair. She lets out shaky, scared breaths, and I'm surprised by that much emotion from her. We look at each other for a bit after the announcer says, "Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Then we close our eyes and go to sleep.

We'll need as much rest as we can get.