Day One.

A Cannon in the Wind;

The Fifth Hunger Games.

Isabel Abriani, 18;

District Twelve Female.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every boom of the cannon, ripping through my mind, I slowly realize that the Bloodbath is finally over. That only five souls have succumbed to the Capitol's horrible wishes. And for once, above all odds, District Twelve aren't one of those souls. We survived.

I survived.

For a moment, as Ricky, Eion and I continue running through the large grasslands, I let myself believe that maybe I am a bit more competent than I believe. Maybe... Maybe I can do this after all.

But that moment of pride goes away far too quickly as I remember just how I survived the Bloodbath in the first place. I cracked. With the realization that thousands of cameras were aimed at me, that my fear was being broadcasted to the entirety of Panem, that I was going to die in a few seconds and everyone in the world would see... I fell to my knees and started sobbing.

I thought that I would at least try. But when push comes to shove, I'm nothing. Just like always. You should've known better than to think so wistfully, Isabel.

The only reason that I'm not dead right now is because Eion managed to drag me to my feet, call Ricky over, and lead us all out of that barn into safety. The only reason we survived the Bloodbath is because we skipped it altogether. Even though we're already surviving longer than every other tribute from Twelve, the Capitol won't even care because we ran away and proved just how cowardly we are.

No, how cowardly I am.

And now, we don't have a single thing. Not a single bit of supplies to keep us alive longer than a few days, nor a weapon to defend ourselves from the other tributes. And it's all my fault.

I've condemned this alliance to death, all because of my uselessness.

I abruptly stop running, wrenching my hand away from Eion's strong grip. He quickly turns around, staring at me in confusion — and a few feet away, Ricky looks at us in jittery fear. He must understand exactly what I did to this alliance, and he's scared.

I'm sorry.

"What's wrong?" Eion asks, his voice high. Gulping, he looks around at the expanse of grass around us. "We're not safe here. We need to find somewhere to hide. C-Come on."

For the first time in my life, I shake my head in disagreement, taking a few steps back. "I-I can't."

"Isabel—"

"I'm so pathetic..." The emotions I'm feeling inside make it hard to swallow. Guilt stabs the inside of my body, making it hard to do anything except hold back my tears. With the Bloodbath over, and only five deaths, I know the Capitol is itching for drama. Another breakdown from the Twelve girl wouldn't be anything new, but it'd be better than nothing. "I just... I couldn't even..."

"Isabel, please." The look in Eion's eyes shock me. They're wide, frantic, afraid. In the week that I've known this boy, I've seen him wear a multitude of expressions, but nothing like this. He's always been the fearless boy who defends me from Nerva, who cheers me up when I'm down, who reassures me when the walls of hopelessness close around me.

For my District Partner to look so scared, so terrified of death, it momentarily shocks me and forces me to rethink my decision. I was going to apologize for ruining his life and run away to go die in a ditch or something. I was going to free him from the burden of taking care of useless, inferior Isabel Abriani. I was, for once in my life, trying to do something that'd benefit another person.

Back in Twelve, I always felt indebted to my parents, who provided for me with their hearts and souls. I always wanted to be the one that people appreciated, you know? I didn't want to mooch off of people's benevolence. And yet, this entire week, that's all I've been doing — using Eion's wonderful personality to get me through my days. Even Ricky, with his shy little smiles, gave me something that I never got back home.

"I..." I was going to try and help my alliance by ridding myself from them. But looking in my District Partner's eyes, so full of fear and desperation, makes me feel that maybe doing that would just be even more selfish. I'd only be satisfying own conscious.

I think that, maybe, Eion actually needs me to keep himself situated. The thought almost makes me laugh. Nobody has ever really needed me. But for once, I can at least try to be helpful. And not just try like I've been doing, with my paranoid thoughts holding me back — but actually, sincerely try.

I've already ruined our chances enough. What more damage can I get us into? Enough damage to kill you all. I ignore that voice in my head.

"...I have a plan." The words come out of my mouth as soft as a whisper. At this, Eion blinks in confusion, while Ricky steps forward a bit. The extra attention makes me extremely uncomfortable, especially knowing that the Capitol is most definitely latching on to every word, but I try to hold out for my allies. "We... We missed an opportunity to get supplies, but that doesn't mean there won't be other opportunities. There will. The Pack has definitely taken control of the Cornucopia, but they have to leave sooner or later. When they do, that's when we..."

I don't let the rest of the words come out of my mouth. I very rarely share my ideas, because when they're wrong, it's like a punch in the face to my already shattered confidence. My mind is already screaming at how my idea is bound to fail, at how I'm just going to get us all slaughtered — but somehow, I find the strength to ignore the voices in my head, if only for a little while.

I literally have nothing else to add to this alliance. If I don't let out my ideas, any ideas, then I'm just going to curl into myself and be nothing but a vessel until a sharp blade takes away my soul.

"You want us to go back to the Cornucopia?" Eion questions, eyes wide in shock.

With him actually saying it, the idea makes my blood run cold. "N-Not yet!" I quickly shake my head. Going back there right after surviving the Bloodbath... No. I just can't see anything good coming out of that. "Not now, b-but it needs to be a bit later. The Pack is going to head back to the barn every night for the first few days. We need to wait until they get impatient enough to venture further..."

"What about until then?" That's Ricky who finally speaks up, his voice soft. He's not trembling like me, but his eyes are just as fearful. "What are we going to do until then?"

I bite my lip, looking around. Now that we aren't in that suffocating barn, I feel like I can finally breathe and take in my surroundings. The Arena is some sort of farm or plantation. The grass under our feet shine a sickly green, almost dream-like, and it seems to stretch on for miles and miles. No matter how far my eyes can search, all I can see are rolling hills and the occasional tree.

To my right, though, I think I can see a dot in the far distance. Some kind of building? To my left seems to be a lake or something, and I can barely make out the silhouettes of a few animals. Next to the lake — and actually one in front of us, I note — seems to be another building.

So we have a few options. The best choice of action would be to head to the lake. Something tells me that it's the only source of natural water in this place, and considering I ruined our chances of supplies, we're going to need water. But the other tributes are probably going to head there as well, and we don't have any weapons to protect ourselves from an attack. Besides, those animals could be mutts.

I know I sound paranoid right now, but I just don't want anything bad to happen to us. Eion and Ricky are my first real friends, and the fact that I screwed up during the Bloodbath is making me sick. If I don't help, and actually help, then I know I'll never be able to live with myself.

"We... We go to the lake." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. Slowly, I point to the large body of water quite a distance from us. "Right there. We get water and try to run away before another group comes..."

I know it could be a trap. I know we could get ambushed. But I'd definitely rather die of another tribute than slowly fade away from dehydration. The former is quick, hopefully painless, and I'll just be another forgotten tribute — but the latter is long, drawn out, and the entire world will just sit and watch as I slowly take my last breaths.

I'm going to try my hardest to survive — which, as everyone now knows, isn't great at all — but if I had to choose a death, dehydration or starvation would be the very last thing I'd pick. The entire process would be agonizing, mainly because I'd be able to feel the eyes of the audience burning a hole through my body.

Like right now. Eion and Ricky both stare at me, and then at each other, probably weighing the options in their own heads. Of course they are. Nobody would just easily take advice from you.

"I think that's a good idea, Isabel."

I blink out of my depressing thoughts, staring straight into Eion's shaky smile. While it might not be the strongest smile, it's reassuring just to see a glimpse of his normal behavior. Besides, did he just agree with my plan?

"We won't survive long without water. I think, as long as we hurry and run away, we should definitely go to the lake," he says, and Ricky nods in agreement. "And when we survive long enough, we'll steal from the Cornucopia. It's genius, Isabel!"

"Y-Yeah," says Ricky now, nodding and managing a weak little smile. "You're really smart..."

A smile somehow worms it's way onto my features. "Thank you," I say.

For a moment, as we start the trek to the lake, a blossom of hope settles in the pit of my stomach. Maybe we can really do this? Maybe nothing bad will happen to us? Maybe the Capitol will realize that we're not totally hopeless and sponsor us anyway?

But all at once, that small bit of hope is completely drowned by the paranoid fear living deep inside of me. If the odds are in our favor, then we'll be able to quickly get water without any kind of deadly confrontation.

The thing is, the odds are never in our favor.

London Tienna, 18;

District Ten Female.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Backpack strung over my shoulder, machete gripped tightly in my hands, I continue running through the grassy fields. The cannons of the fallen tributes are lost in the wind, going through one of my ears and right out the other. All I can focus on is keeping up with my younger ally, Toren, who keeps a steady pace ahead of me.

That is, until the ground suddenly dips, and I fall flat on my face. Ow!

Despite the throbbing of my nose, though, a laugh quickly comes flying out of my throat. I sit up, laughing hysterically, hand over my mouth to maybe stifle the giggles. I must look like an idiot, tripping over myself with millions of people watching. And right after the Bloodbath, too!

"Are... Are you okay?" A few yards ahead of me, panting heavily, Toren raises a brow in confusion. "C-Come on. We need to keep running."

I shake my head, still snickering. "It's over, Toren. The Bloodbath's over. We survived!"

"Barely..." Like a negative glop of paint on my pure positive canvas, my ally frowns. The look in her eyes is enough to make me stop laughing — at least momentarily. By the way she's inching towards me, that weird weapon clenched in her hand, I can tell she's remembering the close call she had inside the barn.

That crazy boy from Eight, Zander. Who screams like that during the Bloodbath? And why was he so intent on keeping both blades? Toren looked like a cornered puppy as he glowered over her — but I know more than anyone that she wasn't going to just submit to him. She has an edge to her that's almost drowned out by her compassion, but it's there.

Still, if I hadn't saw them and rushed over, who knows what that guy would've done? The thought of my ally dying so early on is a horrible one, but the thought of Toren actually taking a life instead is...a bit unsettling.

"Whatever happened in that barn doesn't matter." I stand up from my place on the ground, dusting down my overalls. "We're alive now," I continue, staring straight at my ally with a grin. "And that's all that matters. We're going to make it through this, Toren, no matter what."

She looks up at me, still frowning — and I realize, then, just how young she is. Is she supposed to be doing this? Is she supposed to be fighting for her life in a freaking outdoor arena?

I shake my head, ridding those thoughts away. Those are dangerous thoughts. Thinking is dangerous in general. As long as my mind is blank, I can get through this without losing my sanity, or even my humanity. But the moment I take time to think of the Capitol's malevolence, or of the severe situation we're in...

"What are we going to do now?" Toren asks, breaking away from my gaze and staring at the ground. "I... I think we should continue running. At least until we make it to better shelter than open plains..."

"Yeah." I quickly nod, letting my mind go blank. It's easier this way.

As we continue running through the grassy plains, though, I can't help but relate the Arena to my home. My friends and I would have the best of times running through the fields, pranking and partying and just being normal teenagers. And during the night, I'd lay on the ground and snuggle with Lucas, watching the stars flash across the night sky.

It was a beautiful life. The best life someone from Ten could ever get.

And now you're in here, damned to kill or be killed. Are you seriously going to just smile like nothing's wrong, when everything is?

My thoughts travel to the cannons from earlier. There were five of them, right? Five tributes, teenagers like me, slaughtered because of the Capitol's inhumane punishment. Was Ricky one of those deaths? What about that shameless guy from Seven who tried to flirt with me?

I won't know until tonight, when the deaths are showcased in the sky. Instead of watching the stars with my boyfriend, I'll be watching the deaths with my ally.

How horrible. I gulp, trying to clear my mind once again. Stop it! You're not supposed to be like this, London. You're supposed to be dauntless and ready for anything, willing to do anything. You've got nothing to lose, remember?

But now that I'm in the Arena, I realize that's not true at all. I have so much to lose — my life being the main thing. What if fate didn't bring me in to win? What if I was sent here to die?

"London."

I stop running, blinking, the sadness washing away and being replaced with my signature smile. "What is it?"

"Do you think we should stay here?" Toren asks, gesturing towards the giant tree besides us. It's magnificent, with leaves and branches as big as big as my entire body. How can the Capitol make something as crazy as this? The shade underneath the tree coupled with the wind makes for a pretty cool, comfortable place.

We've hit the jackpot!

"Um, duh!" I exclaim, plopping on the ground and placing my bag right beside me. I glance at the machete in my hand — and just like that, multiple scenarios of the Games previous to this one flash through my mind. Metal grinding against metal. Skin and muscle and bone being sliced open. Screams of pain and terror reverberating across the entire district.

But just like that, I smile and force the thoughts away for another day. Looking into Toren's wide, scared eyes, I motion for her to sit next to me. Thankfully, she does.

"So what are we going to do?" She asks, also placing her bag and weapon next to her. From this close, I can practically feel her trembling — and quickly, I place my hand over hers.

"It's okay, Toren." I squeeze her hand in an attempt at reassuring her. Thankfully, she squeezes back, though the almost haunted look in her eyes doesn't waver. "Seriously, we're going to be alright. We both have supplies and we both have weapons. And hey, my Escort never let me go a day without reminding me how many sponsors I've got. It's okay. Who would dare take us on?"

"The Pack," she whispers, as if saying it loud enough will bring them towards us. Images of the four deadly tributes cross my mind, but I shake my head and continue smiling. Because I can't let myself be beaten by my own thoughts. I can't let myself fall under the paranoia and fear.

I'm one of the Capitol's favorite. They want me to win. I want me to win. And I'm going to win.

"And it's not even them, London." She looks straight at me now, and I can see her waging war inside her mind, trying to be strong and not break down. "I— I just saw a little girl get slaughtered with an axe! How am I supposed to cope with that image going through my mind over and over and over—?"

"You've never seen the Games before?" I interrupt, surprised. I mean, seeing that little girl from Three so violently killed was sickening...but worse deaths have happened in the Games before. I don't want to say that I'm used to blood and gore, but I do know what to expect.

She shakes her head. "Before being Reaped, I didn't even think the Games were that much of a big thing. I thought it was just some threat. I saw it being broadcasted, yeah, but I would always try and ignore them..."

"Oh."

I don't know what to say to that, and she doesn't say anything else. So we simply sit in silence, watching the grass sway back and forth. It's peaceful. It's something I'd have loved back in Ten, and something I know Toren appreciates, being a nature-lover.

I close my eyes, relishing in the peace and silence. I wouldn't say I'm a peaceful nor silent girl — but after what we've been through today, this right here is nice.

...Until suddenly, Toren gasps and squeezes my hand extremely hard. I open my eyes to ask her what could possibly be wrong now — but that's when I see the animal in front of me. Brown fur, wiry body, huge yellow eyes...

"Hi there!" It chirps.

We scream.

Kaya Vause, 16;

District Eight Female.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sounds of cannon-fire reverberate throughout the entire Arena, the wind momentarily picking up and blowing my hair all over the place. I don't even try fixing it; instead, I simply place a hand over the top of my eyes, shielding my vision from the sun. I can barely see a thing!

Ula must notice how frustrated I look, because she glances at me and sighs. "You should've kept your hat. The Capitol gave it to us for a reason."

"Fuck the Capitol," I grumble, that hot feeling washing over my body again. I don't trust the Capitol enough to actually keep their little accessories. Why would they honestly try helping the very people they're forcing in here? If they actually wanted to help, they'd let us all go home and blow themselves up while they're at it.

I bristle, keeping a steady pace behind Caio as he leads us to whatever he deems a safe location. Safe is a subjunctive term, by the way. Nothing in here is safe. Nobody can be safe with a government like ours.

Honestly, I'm scared. I'm officially competing in the wretched Hunger Games, hundreds of cameras recording every single move I make, with millions of viewers waiting with bated breaths for my untimely demise. The thing is, if I focus on my anger, my hatred, my revenge plot...

I can forget how scared I am.

...I can forget about Breno.

No, I think, suddenly fighting back tears. I can never forget about Breno. That's exactly what the Capitol wants. All he'll be seen as from now on is a fallen tribute. It's sick. Disgusting. But I'll never forget about Breno Harmont and the awkward little smile he gave when I first met him. I'll never forget about Breno Harmont and his thirst for knowledge.

"Can we stop here?" I suddenly speak up, slowing down. My allies both stop running, turning around. The look in Caio's eyes is straight terrified, but Ula has a slightly more refined look. Because she knows they're watching. She knows they're broadcasting everything we say and do.

I just can't find it in me to care about what they think anymore, though.

"I'm tired, okay? We've been through a lot, w-we've lost Breno, this sun is getting on my nerves and this wind is making my hair go everywhere..." I exhale, clenching the sword in my hands. "I just need some time to cope. I don't know how much longer I can..."

I stop myself right there. Because if I utter those words, the only option I'll have left is a downhill spiral. I can't lose hope during my first day in the Arena. How am I supposed to win and break the Capitol from the inside if I can't even survive the first day of the Hunger Games?

It's because reality has finally sunk in, the voice in my head tells me. You're going to have to fight, kill, and survive from here on out. And if you're going to win, that means your two friends are going to have to die.

I shake that thought away, frowning. This isn't fair. This isn't right. But when has life ever been fair or right?

"Let's try to at least find some shelter before we stop, Kaya," Ula says, giving me a small smile. I bite my lip; I don't want to find shelter. I don't want to do anything. All I want to do is curl into a ball and wait for the inevitable to happen.

But if I do that, it's all over. For me, and for Panem in general. Ever since the Hunger Games have been instated, it's like all the rebels have disappeared. I feel like I'm the only shot Panem has at regaining a peace not forced with blood.

"Y-Yeah." I force myself to agree, and then I look towards the rather silent Caio. He looks so conflicted, even more-so than he did in the Capitol. "Well? Lead the way..."

His eyes harden with conviction. "Right."

And so we continue. None of us talk. There'd be nothing to say, really — and coming from someone like me, a talkative girl at heart, means something. The only sounds we make are the thumping of our feet on the ground as we run through the grassy fields. I focus on the thumping sounds. It momentarily distracts me from what I just had to go through, from what I saw, from what I'll have to soon deal with.

Zander killed Breno.

The sudden thought makes me wince. I've been trying so hard to forget about it. I've been trying so hard to force the fact out of my mind. But I can't. Not really. Zander, my District Partner, killed Breno, my ally.

During the Bloodbath, I had my sights on the sword now gripped tightly in my hands. And as soon as I found the sword, I started looking around for a backpack. I thought my allies could take care of themselves. I thought they'd be fine.

But I was wrong. After watching the little girl from Three brutally killed, I barely managed to catch my bearings fast enough when the girl from District Two attacked me. We fought. I know I'm good with a sword, but Echo had a deadly fury behind each of her strikes, something I just couldn't rely on at the moment.

Seeing the light come out of Iris' eyes did something to me. Before the Bloodbath, I thought that I wouldn't hesitate to shove my sword straight up Echo's ass. But I realized, then, that taking another person's life wasn't that simple. It would never be that simple.

I somehow managed to escape with my life.

But then, I saw him. Breno's dead body, his hands clenched tightly around his bleeding throat. I almost fell to my knees and cried, right then and there. But Ula and Caio came and dragged me out of that barn before I got myself killed. I questioned who it was. I was going to kill them. I was going to shove aside my humanity, just this once, and get revenge on my fallen ally.

And that's when they told me it was Zander — and it was as if all the fight had come out of my body.

I close my eyes, forcing back the tears. You're getting too emotional, Kaya. Stop it, Kaya. They're all watching you, Kaya.

I miss Breno... No, I miss the life I had before everything went to hell. My life with Auntie Kiera. Where she'd play with me and I'd sing to her. I miss being oblivious to the monstrosities this world has to offer. I miss not having to worry about if my friends are going to be alive the next time I see them, if I'm going to be alive the next time they see me.

Why did I have to grow up? Why am I being forced to fight or die? Why am I placing Panem's future on my shoulders?

Every single question, I realize, is because of the Capitol. It's the Capitol's fault that my auntie was killed. It's the Capitol's fault that I'm in this Arena right now.

It'll be the Capitol's own fucking fault when I take them all down!

A fire suddenly catches in the pits of my chest, burning away the indecisiveness and only leaving room for hot determination. I quickly wipe away my tears, opening my eyes and looking straight to the sky. It's their fault that Breno is dead right now. It's ultimately their fault that Zander killed him.

I'm not going to forgive my District Partner for what he did — but I can't bring myself to rain down revenge on him. I only have one goal in my mind, burning brightly at the top of my list. Win the Games and destroy the Capitol from the inside. It's the only thing I can focus on. If I don't let that guide me, I'll succumb to my emotions and that'll be it for Kaya Vause of District Eight.

Suddenly, Caio stops running. Ula stops right beside him, while I slow down and look up at the place he's brought us to. It's a house, with old brown paint splattered on the surface and some pieces of wood dangling off. Even though it's bright outside, just being near this creepy place gives me a bad feeling. No doubt a Gamemaker trap.

"Uh..." Caio turns to look at us, his eyes wide and almost fearful. Slowly, I can see that the Games are already taking effect on him, just like it's taking its effect on me. "I think this might be a good place to stay, but I'm not sure. It could be a trap, but it could also be good shelter..."

"The Capitol wouldn't be so quick to kill us with traps, now would they?" Ula says, smiling that controlled smile of hers. There's a bit of doubt in her eyes as she continues. "Besides, it's not like we're rebels or anything. We've done nothing wrong, and they still need us for entertainment."

I snort. Her statement couldn't be any less of a lie. Ula told me how much she despises the Capitol, and how they killed her mother. She's putting on this act so that they don't target us — but honestly, considering how sick and tired I already am, I couldn't care less what they think of my rebellious attitude. I'm not afraid to speak my mind, ergo the scars on my back.

"I don't think we should go in," I speak up, glancing at the house. "It's just eery, you know? If I'm going to die, it'd really piss me off for that old Gamemaker to have something to do with it."

Ula deadpans, that older sister mentality she has springing up. "We need shelter, Kaya. There could be food in there, or beds, or something that'll help us. The Capitol wouldn't just put a house here for decoration."

"Exactly, they wouldn't!" I know I'm raising my voice now, but there is no way in hell I'm going inside that place. I wouldn't even keep the hat they gave me, so why would I dare walk in this abandoned hell-hole?! "I know you're just trying to keep us safe, Ula, but it just doesn't sit right with me. There could be anything in there!"

There's silence for a moment, as both Ula and I stare at each other. She's taller than me, and no-doubt stronger than me. But if a fight did break out, I have my sword while she only has the bookbag slung across her shoulder. The odds are in my favor. Not that I'm hoping, at all, it'll come to violence.

Suddenly, Ula looks toward Caio, who's just watching our heated debate. "What do you think?" She questions.

She could've asked the audience themselves and got a quicker answer. Caio is simply too indecisive about every little thing. After a long moment of thought, though, he gives his District Partner a reassuring smile.

"Sorry," he says, "but I think Kaya's right. There could be anything in there and we don't want to risk our lives so soon after the Bloodbath."

I refrain myself from grinning at my small victory. Caio is simply too careful to risk something like going in an abandoned house, while I'm just too mistrustful of the audience. Ula sighs in response to her District Partner, but quickly agrees with our decision. We're not going to risk the house. We're staying outside for the night.

"Alright then!" Ula exclaims, forcibly trying to be cheerful. The effect isn't the same as it was in the Capitol, with Breno, but it ends up bringing a smile to my face nonetheless. "Kaya, since you're the one with the sword, could you walk around and survey the land? Caio and I are going to try and sift through our supplies for something useful."

I nod. "Sure."

After tossing her my own backpack, I start walking away from my two allies and around the creepy, dilapidated house. The right side of the house looks almost as bad as the front, with claw marks and many other creepy things. A horrible stench enters my nose as I near the backyard...

I grip the sword in my hand, eyes hardened. I slow down, practically tip-toeing the rest of the way. Whatever it is, I'll cut it down. Gamemaker trap or not.

But the things I end up seeing aren't at all what I was expecting. Behind the house is a little fence, almost four and a half feet tall. Inside are the most adorable looking animals, with shiny fur and an almost cartoonish look to them. A few pigs, two horses, some squirrels and rabbits. At the sight of them all, I jump back, staring with wide eyes. Are these some sort of silly muttations?

One of the animals seem to notice me — a cute-looking squirrel. It looks my way and...smiles. Fucking smiles. Animals don't smile. Despite how harmless these things look, my blood runs cold. This is scary. This... We need to leave. I don't know what to think of these things, but the words trap and death ring loud enough in my head to give me a hint.

Before I can turn around and run, though, the little squirrel points a small claw at me and speaks. "There's a girl!" It shrills. "Look, guys! There's a girl!"

I freeze. Did it just..? It did.

And now they're all coming towards me.

No Deaths.

Author's Note: Heeeeyyyy guuuuuuyyyyysssssssssss! It didn't take much long for this update to come out, right? I don't think so. So here you have it! Day One! The format for this SYOT will basically be Day and then Night, as there's not nearly enough things to show with just three POVs. Is that okay? I hope so~

I don't have much else to say right now. Reviews would be lovely, as you all know. Now that we're in the Arena, I'd really like to know you guys' thoughts and stuff. So yeah, I may be thirsty af, but I still do want a review!

What are your thoughts on each of these tributes? Which POV was your favorite and why? Which POV was your least favorite and why?

You've survived the Bloodbath! You find shelter, you've got food and water, and everything is going smoothly. But suddenly, an animal pops out of a tree and cheerfully starts talking to you! What do you do?

What are your thoughts on the Arena as of now? And what about the talking animals?

I don't have much to say, shockingly. Um, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and that you hit me up with a review! ^_^

Bai!