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No deaths on Day 9. But Pete and I made sure we were ready to travel to the Cornucopia if there was a Feast on Day 10. By morning, Greg was feeling fine and his injuries had healed nearly completely. "Good, we will need you if we do have a Feast today," Pete commented. I nodded. Greg smiled. "Hopefully we find some new clothing," Greg pointed to his shirt. The midsection of it was torn to shreds from the coyotes. I laughed and Pete soon joined in. I was just starting to joke about it when a voice boomed throughout the Arena,
"Good morning tributes, I hope you are all well rested. Tonight there will be a Feast at the Cornucopia. It will occur at precisely midnight. Don't be late. Have a nice day, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
I looked at Pete. "We called it," I sighed. He nodded along with Greg. I sat down and rested my back against a large boulder. Greg sat beside me. "Okay guys, we have a decision to make. We could make our way to the Cornucopia now, then be there right when the Feast begins. Or we could wait and rest...what do you think?" Pete asked. I shrugged and replied, "We can't rest now, we don't even have any food. We need to get there." Greg agreed and we stood up. I brushed the dirt off my pants and we gathered our bags.
"Watch out for coyotes," Pete muttered to Greg as we trekked across the rock. Greg punched him in the arm and feebly shot back, "Shut up." I chuckled silently.
The trip was fairly uneventful. We ran out of water half way there, which didn't help our situation with the burning heat and all. Greg was doing great and Pete and I were over our argument. As the sun began to fall we arrived at the blockaded Cornucopia. "What now?" Greg asked, panting from the journey. "I don't know. I guess we could get on top of the Cornucopia so that we have a good shot with our bow and once the Feast begins we can grab our bags and run," I suggested. "I think that's a pretty good plan what about you Greg?" Pete agreed. "Sure," he responded. The plan was now in motion.
I waited as patiently as I could for Pete and Greg to get across the chasm then we clambered up the shiny metal box that we call the Cornucopia.
Night had fallen and we lay flat on our stomachs to avoid detection awaiting the beginning of the Feast. Then Greg hissed into the darkness, "Did you see that? Someone just came into view!" He was right. A small figure was jogging in our direction out in the desert. "It's probably not a Career since there's two of them," I pointed out.
As the tribute got closer Pete whispered, "Get your bow ready Greg." In response, Gregory slid his bow out from underneath him and quietly placed an arrow on the string. As the figure neared I noticed a long stick in its hand. "That's Riley. We found her in the woods, she has a bow staff," I announced in a hushed tone. I heard Pete whimper silently. "Aim straight Greg," Pete demanded. Riley began hopping across the chasm and I nudged Greg. "This is your best shot."
Nodding gravely, Greg took aim. I closed my eyes, not affording to watch another death. I heard Pete sniffle. Then all I could hear was the whistling swoosh of a shot arrow. Then I heard the clang of metal on metal. "She blocked it!" Greg exclaimed. Pete screamed, "Shoot again!" I opened my eyes and saw Riley sprinting towards the Cornucopia. Woosh. This next arrow drilled into Riley's left arm. She stumbled a little and kept running. Another arrow was fired. This one hit her in the face and she collapsed accompanied with a cannon blast.
"That was way too close," I sighed. Pete gave Greg a little punch and muttered, "You scared me there." I quickly hushed them as a voice boomed throughout the Arena,"LET THE FEAST BEGIN!"
A table jumped up out of the dusty ground holding six duffel bags each holding a number representing a district. Pete hopped off the Cornucopia, landing on the table and grabbed the District 11, 6, and 10 bags. I leapt from the Cornucopia behind him. "Shoot anything besides us that moves!" I yelled to Gregory.
Suddenly a booming yell sounds and then I see Art and Casey thundering towards Pete and I. "How did they get there?!" Pete shrieks. "I'll take them, you need to get out of here Pete!" I reply as I surge forward. I brandish one of the spears I had received from Tammy. I faked a throw at Art and he attempted to block it with his sword. Instead however, I chucked my spear at Casey. She didn't expect this and it pierced her stomach. Casey fell to the ground convulsing.
An enraged Art rushed at me. I whipped out my sword and blocked his attack. We commenced in an intense battle. But I wasn't nearly as strong as Art. The fight was starting to turn for the worst just as an arrow flew into Art's thigh. He yelped in pain and fell to his knees. "Thanks Greg!" I shouted, backing away from Art. Then Pete ran in and slammed Art's head with his mace. A cannon boomed. Then another cannon boomed signifying that Casey had also died.
"Where's Nick?" Pete wondered aloud. "Skipped out," Greg murmured as he climbed down the Cornucopia. The three of us opened our bags. I got some food and water along with a map of the Arena. That would help. The three of us stood in a circle at the conclusion of the Feast in silence. The sun was beginning to rise at this point. "What about Nicks bag?" I asked. Pete shook his head. "Leave it."
"So..." Greg broke the awkward silence that had come over our trio. I decided to rip off the statement like a band aid. "We need to split up," I stammered, "And each of us knows it. There's only four people left." Both of my allies reluctantly agreed. We split up our supplies, looted the Career stash one more time, and went our separate ways. Pete went left and Greg went right. I sat against the Cornucopia and waited.