I'm annoyed. I went back to write this story after a month and I tried to do it in the first person. I'm dumb. I guess that's my fault. I never write in the first person anymore but I looked back at my older stories recently so…

As Amber opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight in her stormy gray eyes, she realized that she had no idea where she was or who she was with. She rubbed at her eyes, and then it registered. She was in the Hunger Games. The girl next to her, auburn-haired and tall, was named Drucilla Ramirez, or the supposed Career from District Two, a girl that she—perhaps stupidly—had decided to trust. She was her ally in this disgusting, inhumane mess. They were hiding in a cramped grotto; much too small to fit them and their supplies, including a spear, a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a sword. They had no food at all. The upside was that they had, evidently, survived the night and the Careers hunting with only the moonlight to guide them.

How long that was to last, she wasn't sure. She could be the next one dead, for all she knew.

On the other hand, her ally, her brother, was dead. Her brother, who had a lover back home. A lover she had sworn to that she would take care of Onyx for him. That she would do all she could to bring him home. Troy probably hated her now. He was likely wishing for her death right then. The thought made her feel terrible. She had been friends with him since they were children.

Amber's tears fell against Drucilla's t-shirt, causing her to stir. Amber glanced up, seeing Drucilla's hazel-shaded eyes staring down at her in confusion.

Amber clung to Drucilla, her hands tightening around the younger girl's shirt. She was all Amber had now. She sobbed into Drucilla's shirt, identical to her own.

"Come on, Amber." A soft voice said, hair nuzzling her ear. Curiously, Amber lifted her head up to look into Drucilla's hazel eyes. "We need to get out of this grotto, and maybe eat."

Drucilla grabbed onto the other girl's arm and pulled her out. She was the stronger one at the moment, both physically and mentally, despite her youth. District 2 did that to you.

Amber was in no shape to walk. She was dizzy and disoriented; the cramped grotto she had spent the night in didn't help much. Her legs were numb.

Drucilla's reaction was unexpected, though welcome. She picked her up with a sigh. Amber snuggled her face into her chest with contentment. Drucilla smelt, oddly, of lavender and oranges. Amber liked oranges. They were a nice fruit, though she had never had one in District 12. Her first time eating one had been in the Capitol, during the past week.

Onyx had thought that the oranges were too bitter. He really liked hot chocolate. It was warm and comforting. An odd and rare sensation where they were now. Amber hadn't like the hot chocolate much, though she would do anything to have some where they are now. Something to remind her of Onyx. Her twin brother. Her other half, though not in a romantic sense. He was the only person who knew her enough that she was unpredictable.

Sure, there were her other brothers, and she was close to Taylor, but Onyx was her confidant, and now he was dead. And it was all her fault.

Drucilla held her to her chest carefully, and Amber was grateful. Drucilla didn't have to do that, ally or not. Surely, Drucilla was in just as much pain. Drucilla had longer legs.

After a few hours, Drucilla stopped and set her down. Amber let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of warmth, causing the other girl to laugh. Amber feigned annoyance at this and narrowed her eyes. Somehow, Drucilla was even more amused by this.

Above them was a group of vines that created a large bed of green. The vines were connected to a group of trees. Drucilla climbed up one of them to cut a vine down with the sword—the branches were starting to crack under her weight. Amber figured that she would've had better luck. Drucilla slowly started to pull herself up the vine, using it as a rope. Amber tried to follow her, but she wasn't strong enough to hoist herself up very well, even with Drucilla's help during training with rock climbing.

After a few minutes of brainstorming, Drucilla cut down a shorter vine and Amber, after Drucilla explained what she was doing, grabbed the first vine, climbed her way up until she could reach the second and move onto that one. She fell several times, but eventually she figured it out.

"How long was that?"

"About forty minutes. I took about five."

"Stop laughing at me."

"Not laughing at you." Drucilla promised. "Actually, it's kind of cute how much you messed up."

"You are laughing at me!"

Amber looked around at the vines. They created some kind of large bed and the best part was that they were thick and gapless. None of the other tributes would be able to see them up there, but they could see all around. Probably wouldn't even expect it. The trees nearby were big enough that they could jump into them to get down. It would be hard for a tribute to cut it down if they knew they were up there. By the time one cut it all down they would be on the ground fighting anyway.

It was a clever hiding spot and Amber was surprised that Drucilla thought of it. Not that she didn't think that Drucilla was smart, but clever and District Two rarely went together. It was a common fact of the games.

"Smart."

Drucilla smiled at her. "I've always preferred brains over brawn anyway."

And so the two girls sat in silence, only moving to collect the food that Drucilla's sponsors—like Amber would have any—had paid for. Twelve small rolls, two liter-sized water bottles, two medium-sized packages of dried fruit, and a small container of what Drucilla said was chocolate bars. When Drucilla opened it, Amber counted four of them. Drucilla opened one package of them and broke off a brown colored square. She gave it to Amber to try.

It was sweet and sugary. Amber only knew of one sweets shop in District Twelve, on the edge of town square, at the divide between the Seam folks and the Merchants. Next to it was the Shoe Store. Amber got new ones every two years. On the shoe stores other side was the bakery, and beside it the school.

Amber never went into the sweets shop, but her father had brought home with him some kind of concoction using mint leaves and sugar for her twelfth birthday.

Her friend Avery's parents ran a shop in town that sold things like chessboards and games so they had plenty of those in their house, but unfortunately only one bed. Other than that, and the occasional visit to the bakery—Avery secretly had a crush on the oldest Mellark son who was their age—she never got much in regards of luxurious items, at least not the way the merchant class did.

Amber realized that Drucilla's mentor seemed to be smart enough to send things that, as far as she could tell, wouldn't go bad fast, meaning that they could make it last much longer.

She realized that Drucilla's mentor was probably trying to tell her that she was wasting resources doing this on the second day. Perhaps she was hinting that they needed to find some food and water. Amber remembered that Drucilla's mentor was Enobaria. She probably was displeased in Drucilla's choices. Amber decided to think herself lucky that they were even getting any food at all.

They sat in silence for a while until it grew dark and the anthem blared. They looked into the sky. The girl from Five shined in the moonlight for a few seconds, likely killed by the Career tributes sometime the night before.

Fourteen Dead.

By the way, in Amber's last chapter the boy from nine and the girl from ten were both still alive. In Drucilla's they are two girls named Rosaline and Adelaide. They are actually the boy, Eduard, and the girl from ten, Adelaide. I will fix that sometime.