I really hope I'm not on screen right now because I'm one hundred percent making a fool out of myself.

I can't see. I don't know where Drake is. I've completely lost my bearings. I can't even tell which way is up. All I can do is move my feet aimlessly and hope I don't trip or stumble into the river, off a cliff, or into another tribute. "Drake!"

What is happening? Is this some kind of cruel joke by the Gamemakers? To get us to wander around aimlessly, unable to see even two inches in front of us?

The only reason I can tell which way is up is the solid ground underneath my feet, but even that starts to bend and change as I move my feet aimlessly, my arms stretched outward as I desperately try not to crash into something.

My foot catches a leaf and I slide violently to the side. My shoulder strikes something hard and a dull ache begins to spread across my shoulder. It takes me a moment to realize that I'm on the ground. I must have fallen.

I try to force myself to roll over but find that my body feels heavier than normal. Why am I so tired?

Is this fog toxic? Did the Gamemakers decide that not enough of us have died yet?

No. I can't panic. I have to find Drake. I don't know how I lost him. Maybe the fog caused us both to wander in different directions. I can only hope he can still hear me.

I will myself onto my stomach and force myself into a crawl. "Drake," I try to cry out. "Drake, where are you?"

One hand, one foot at a time. I can do this. I just have to keep breathing and keep moving.

I place my hand down only to find nothing underneath it. I feel around and realize I've nearly crawled right off a cliff or a very steep hill.

I take a deep breath and try to turn around…then something shifts under my hands and the ground comes out from underneath me. Then I'm tumbling down, unable to stop my momentum and I can't help but cry out in shock and terror.

Finally, I stop rolling and I'm left on my back, dizzy and gasping for the air that had been knocked from my lungs. Everything either stings or aches and…oh no. Who knows where I am now? "Dammit…" I breathe. "Dammit!"

I'm just about to lose hope when I hear the chime. I nearly sob with relief. Sylva must have found a way to help me! I roll over onto my stomach once again and begin crawling towards the chime. Eventually, my hand lands on the silver parachute. I feel around until I find the capsule and pry it open. Inside, I feel a case. I open up the case and find a pair of what can only be glasses. Glasses?

I carefully unfold them and slide them over my face.

And it's almost like the fog has lifted. I can still tell it's there somewhat, but I can see. Just to be sure, I pull off the glasses. Once again, I'm blinded by the fog. I slide the glasses back on and I can't help it. I find myself laughing at the relief. "Thank you," I breathe between laughs. "Thank you so much."

I look down at the capsule and find another pair of glasses. My relief turns into confusion. Why would Sylva send me two pairs rather than me getting one pair and Texanna sending Drake the other? Something must be wrong.

I grab the capsule and snap it shut. Drake can't be far. I just have to find him and get the glasses on him. I examine my surroundings and I realize I'm at the bottom of an extremely steep and rocky hill. I stumble to my feet. I then check myself for injuries. Aside from some cuts and potential bruises, I'm relatively uninjured.

I begin to walk across the side of the hill, trying to find the best way up. Eventually, I find a spot with less of an incline and slowly begin to make my way back up. I have to go back down to a crawl at a few points to avoid slipping on the leaves again, causing my already stinging hands to protest, but I eventually make my way back up to the top.

Once I'm back on stable ground, I look around in an attempt to get my bearings. I'm surrounded by trees, and I find myself wondering how I didn't crash into more. There's no sign of Drake.

I begin walking around, looking at where the leaves are slightly disturbed, trying to retrace my steps in some way. It's then that I catch sight of the snare. It's so well hidden that it's a miracle I didn't step into it. The sight of it makes me slightly nervous. The complexity of the trap, the way it was disguised. I can only think of one alliance that could have pulled this off. I pick up a nearby fallen tree branch and snap off the excess twigs, then, I maneuver my way through the trees, watching where I step. Finally, I make it out of the tree line and back to the river and I make my way back up to where we were right before we got separated. It doesn't take long at all, which is relieving. I didn't wander for as long as I felt like I did. "Drake?" I call out as loud as I dare. "Drake, where are you?"

A groan cuts through the sound of the forest and I quickly move towards it. "Drake?"

"Amber?" I sigh with relief when I recognize Drake's voice. It's faint, but there. It doesn't take long before I find him, on the ground, his ankle caught in a wire snare. I look around, holding my tree branch tightly. "Is anyone nearby?"

"Not that I know of." Drake groans in response. "Good to hear you, by the way."

I immediately kneel next to him and examine him for injuries, letting the tree branch drop to the ground. There is a bit of blood trickling from his head and he's a little scratched up from the fall. His neck doesn't seem to be injured, which is a relief. His ankle, on the other hand, could be another story. "Can you sit up?" I ask.

"With help," Drake replies. I nod and ease my arm around his shoulders and arm and push him into a seated position, letting him lean against the tree and being careful with the snare. "How are you able to see?"

I pull out the capsule and open it back up. "Is that a sponsor gift?" Drake asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Sylva sent it to me." I pull out the glasses. "I'm going to put these glasses on you, okay?" Drake nods and I unfold the glasses. He squeezes his eyes shut as the earpieces brush his temples. I push the glasses into place to secure them and smile. "There. Open your eyes."

Drake's eyes flutter open and a relieved grin spreads across his face. "Wow. That's so much better."

I look down at the snare currently around Drake's ankle. Just as I feared, the wire is barbed. Some of the spikes are digging through his boot and into his foot. I can't tell if anything major has been pierced, especially with the boots. I curse under my breath. If Jenny were still alive, she'd know what to do. All I'm left with now is what she taught me and what I read about. "Do you feel a lot of blood in your shoe?" I ask.

Drake shakes his head. "Not really. Hurts like a bitch though."

I nod. "Okay, this will need to be quick. I found another trap while I was trying to find you. What happened anyway?"

As I begin working at the snare, Drake explains what happened. Apparently, he had gotten disoriented due to the fog and lost track of me. He was trying to find me when his ankle caught the snare. He was able to break the worst of the fall, but he still hit his head and was out of it for a moment, which is why he didn't respond to me right away.

"What about you?" Drake asks. "Are you okay? You look like you took a tumble."

"That would be because I did, in fact, take a tumble," I reply as the trap springs open. Drake hisses in pain as I carefully pry it free from his foot. I breathe a sigh of relief when blood doesn't gush through the holes in his boot. He'll still need bandages, but hopefully, he won't bleed to death. "Okay, let's get out of here, then I'll check your foot."

Drake nods and I pick up my branch before helping him to his feet, easing an arm under his shoulders and letting him lean on me. We slowly make our way through the trees, keeping an eye out for any traps. No one materializes. Even if they did, they'd hopefully be blinded by the fog.

After what can only be a few minutes of walking, a cannon fires, causing us both to jump and look around. Then, the fog fades away, just as quickly as it came, and our vision becomes blurry and fragmented. I push my glasses over my head for the time being before helping Drake do the same. "That…" I swallow hard. "You don't think that was Bran, was it?"

Drake hesitates, then answers. "I don't know."

That sense of dread I felt when I heard Harvey's cannon yesterday is getting worse by the minute. "We have to find him…" I say quietly.

Drake squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "We will. Don't worry."

The sun has just about set when we stumble across a cave on a cliffside, with an ominous orange glow shining through the entrance. I am about to turn us both around when a large shadow looms on the side of the wall and someone steps into the entrance, sword in hand. It's hard to see who it is with the shadows, but whoever it is, they are definitely armed. Drake quickly detaches himself from me and I grip my branch tightly, dimly aware of how useless it will be. Oh well. It's better than nothing. Drake slowly reaches for his knife, and the tribute instantly points their sword at him.

"Don't," the tribute says. "Don't move. Either of you."

My teeth clench and my heart just about skips a beat when I recognize the voice.

"It's Gloriana…" Drake breathes. Great. Just great.

"You seriously think we're just going to stand by and let you kill us?" I snap.

"I think you're going to walk away, right now," Camdyn growls.

Walk away? Drake and I look at each other, confused. Before either of us can register the implications of what happened, a bright light flashes from the cave, just about blinding us. I raise my hand to block the light. I see Camdyn turn around and gently, yet firmly, shove the light down. "What part of stay in the cave did you not understand?" she asks. "Get back inside!"

"Cam, it's fine! They're with me!"

My eyes go wide and I can't help but gasp. "Bran?"

Surprise! Camdyn and Bran are allies! How did that happen? Where are the other Careers? Will Drake's foot be okay? Why do I ask so many questions?

I'm not too knowledgeable about anatomy, but I do know that you can feel your pulse in your ankle, so I imagine there's something there. I looked it up, but Google was less than helpful this time. Please correct me if I'm wrong for future reference.

Finally, the fog! I took inspiration from a source that I won't reveal just yet due to spoilers, but the glasses allow you to see through the fog, as well as help mitigate any effects. Helpful, right? We also lost a tribute during the fog. I'll reveal who it is next time, as well as write their epitaph. Eventually, we'll have a chapter with no deaths, but with so many alive, deadly chapters are going to be a thing initially. I'll give you a hint as to who it was: It's not Drake, Amber, Bran, or Camdyn. (I'll see myself and my smart mouth out.)