Here we go, another excuse for why she didn't update. I'm going to say it plain and simple: I've been editing previous chapters and no inspiration. Thankfully, I found some and now I present to you a chapter! Since I've mentioned people who weren't supposed to be mentioned, I'm changing this to the 66th Hunger Games. Thank you to the reader who pointed that out.

Kitty: Thank you very much! It makes me happy that you're enjoying the story! (:

Day 11

The rabbit stops struggling once the blade runs across its throat. I wouldn't have to slit its throat if it weren't moving so fast that my spear ended up injuring it instead of killing it. Saving my canned foods is a good idea. Now that it's down to the final eight, game will be scarce soon. The canned foods are precious and I will eat them when there is no other choice. Using the same knife to skin the rabbit and clean it, I cut it up then wrap it in a plastic rag. Starting a fire right here will attract my enemies. With an empty stomach, I'm not in the mood to battle another tribute. I'd rather do that with a full stomach.

My plan is to roast this rabbit, but here is the not the place. This jungle is big and my goal is to get to the other end of it. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about everything around me. I'll only need to keep an eye on one direction and as soon as I hear footsteps, I'm going to pick my spear up and prepare myself for a fight. Eating out here in the open is stupid; I'll be vulnerable.

Putting the rabbit in my pack, I slip my knife back into my belt and pick up my two long spears. Let the trek begin.

XXXXXX

It's been about more than half an hour since I've started and I'm taking a break. The feeling of a gust of wind against the rear of my neck feels refreshing. With a not very happy stomach, these breaks can't last long. I have to keep moving before it gets dark and the rabbit starts to get spoiled. The temperature's warm and judging from the sunlight, it's early in the afternoon, but who knows when I'll arrive at my destination. Sighing, I stand and continue on.

Preventing my footsteps from being loud and giving me away, I place my feet gently on the earth, but stride fast with the long spears out in front of me. Holding them in the same hand, I'm in a defensive position, scanning everything around me. When there's nothing up high in the trees, I lower my sights and examine the area on the ground below. There's no doubt that I'm not the only one who came to the jungle for cover. Tributes are not the only thing I'm watching out for. There are mutts here too and they won't be too shy when they see me in their territory.

The one thing on my mind is my former allies. I know that they shouldn't be of an issue to me anymore, but it's just curiosity. Where are all of them are are right now? What's their plan and who was second to arrive at the Cornucopia? When I win, I'll get the answers.

Trying my best to resist the urge to take another break, I failed. The temperature rose, leaving me sweating around my neck area. It's been an hour now, and I'm doing all of this to eat a damn rabbit. Sighing in exasperation, I get up immediately and get into position, walking. I walk with more speed this time, hoping to see a sign that I've reached the edge. Like I said, this jungle is big, but I want to stop already. The main reason I want to give up fast is hunger. Eating the rabbit will be like refueling a train with no gas.

As I walk, my mind wanders to my prep team and my mentors. My prep team did make me look fabulous, and took great pride in their work. It must be the same now that I'm here in the games. Then there are my mentors, the ones who choose me over my district partner/friend. Sometimes I wonder if they're motivating me through the screen and say nothing when Evan appears. Do they sympathize with him when he's struggling? Oh, they should. That's completely heartless if they don't. Then again, they were careers once, and careers don't have hearts. I imagine them to be silent when they see the events on the screen. They won't be whooping and fist pumping. They watch intently, and probably comment quietly. When I win, I'll be with them in that room watching my tributes go at it with twenty three others.

The pace of my breath is steady and I limit the amount of sound I make. Sound does travel fast. I can see harmless animals scurry away from my feet as I trudge on forward. When the wind blows, I stop for a minute and let it calm my skin in this heat. Another thing comes to mind.

Zeya Fremont- the girl who lost her chance at becoming a tribute in the sixty-sixth Hunger Games. It is beyond question that she will be overjoyed in my times of despair or my death. But the angry, jealous look she wears on her face when I come back victorious will be enough to overlook that. Zeya is not the only girl who wants to be in my position. The girl that tried to volunteer will be hoping for something terrible to happen. These two hate my guts, but they have to keep their comments to themselves. If they voice their hope for me to lose, it's like they're hoping for their district to lose. In the career districts, you cheer for the tributes from your home. They are the ones responsible for bringing the pride upon the district.

Too occupied with my thoughts, I don't realize that my pace is loud enough to scare every animal in this jungle away. Not wanting to repeat the mistake, I change my speed and divert my attention to the path in front of me. It's just me trying to get to the end of this jungle to eat a rabbit. My eyes dart around every two minutes, assuring that something or someone won't be able to jump out at me with me not expecting it.

That's when I see it, a vast, groundless area. I've reached the end of the jungle!

To confirm that I'm at the opposite end of the jungle, I look down. Yep, I'm here. Fifty feet below still waits the hungry mutts. This end of the jungle is somewhat near the Cornucopia, and the other end of the jungle is close to the barn area. Without wasting a second, I gently throw everything on the ground. I take the rabbit out of my pack along with two Caplemaine stones that I took on my way here. Rubbing them together, the jagged yellow stones set ablaze. I throw it on the ground and begin roasting my meal on a stick.

Something about this trek has made me realize something. This trek symbolizes my road to victory. Hard work and determination was required, and I kept going. It was lengthy and sure as hell wasn't easy.

If it was good or bad, tell me! As I've stated in the other A/N, I edited chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Check it out! I plan on editing other chapters to improve my writing. Sorry for how short this filler chapter was. And if I made it seem that it didn't take that long for Amethine to get to her destination, sorry for that too;I really tried to not do that. There was no action in this, but I promise you that the chapters after the family interviews will be very interesting. I apologize for not updating for a long time…again. It's summer and I'm trying to update more, but my inspiration drive is low. Thank you for reading (: