Hey everyone! I am leaving for Sierra Leone tomorrow for three months to celebrate the school I built finishing its first year. They DO have some internet there, so after I get it set up (maybe a week or so?) I'll still be able to update sometimes. I wanted to make sure I got another chapter out before I went, though.

Tarabel Aspen- Rising to Victory D12F

If I only had a few allies I might have tried to collect on one of those bounties. While shelter and water wasn't an issue, all the food I could carry was a game-changer. I'd been roaming for hours trying to find anything remotely edible. Best I'd found were some cherry-flavored cough drops. They seemed to have so little actual medication content in them that it wouldn't hurt me to eat them like candy, but I couldn't imagine they had much for calorie content.

I rounded the corner and found myself in an open pavilion of sorts filled with seats. A figure popped up from behind a chair and I instantly recognized Perfecta. Oh, great, I thought, as I tried to duck back behind the wall. Perfecta. She always does everything right. And sure enough, the arrow flew straight home. I swore it almost followed me around the corner.

Katrina Moonshadow- Let the Good Times Roll D7F

"Why are we in the basement?" I asked as Ferrari intrepidly plunged ahead of me.

"Rats!" she exclaimed.

"What is it?" I asked, looking around with a little alarm. I didn't see or hear anyone around us, but Ferrari had to be reacting to something.

"Rats!" Ferrari said again. "All buildings have rats- even the ones that say they don't. Especially the

ones that say they don't. But in a hospital they wouldn't want to put the traps where people can see them, so they'd be in the basement."

"What if the rats aren't in the basement?" I asked.

Ferrari paused, scrunching her lips. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

After some hours of searching later, Ferrari crawled under a big water tank and scooted back out with a rat trap. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed.

"Nice. A rat trap," I said. "No rat, though."

"But there will be eventually," Ferrari said, grinning breezily. "And then," she announced, "We eat!"

Leo Serrocold- 28th Games D10M

Hospitals weren't supposed to be this cold. It definitely hadn't been this cold in the Bloodbath. That just made my blood run even colder, because I could guess what it meant. The bandage I'd taped over the wound in my side wasn't enough. It was probably ironic or something, though I wasn't good enough in school to know for sure. Here I was, surrounded by medical supplies better than most people in my country would ever see, but I still didn't have the training to address shock or internal bleeding. All I knew is that whenever someone in a movie had internal bleeding they spat up blood.

I put an arm up on the table I was hiding under to try to get to my feet. I wasn't surprised when I couldn't stand. First a wave of dizziness came over me, and then I kind of just teetered sideways back to the ground. It was like I was super tired- more tired than I'd been since my first day of work in the fields when I was nine. One of my dad's friends had carried me home. There was no one to carry me now. And why was I so unbearably thirsty?

My thoughts came slowly, like I was trying to remember something I hadn't thought of in years. I thought of Jessie in the Bloodbath and if she'd even known the name of the boy she'd stabbed without looking at him. Honestly, I didn't even hold it against her. She'd grabbed the sword and stabbed the nearest person to her. She was probably scared I was attacking her. I'd only been running past her, trying to get to the only curved hallway, hoping it would block me from the Careers who used ranged weapons. Was that ironic, too? She'd probably know. Careers stayed in school, didn't they?

My stomach hurt. Not the part where she'd stabbed me, but all over, like I was going to throw up. It would be blood, probably. But it didn't hurt that badly. It just ached dully. It seemed to be fading, but I didn't think that was a good thing. Everything seemed to be fading. It was like freezing to death. You just fell asleep.

Gabriel Farad- Power to the People D5M

The little pharmacy didn't have much. It was mostly things that were related to immunizations- cotton swabs, little bandages, alcohol wipes, things like that. There were a few round lollipops, so that was nice, though there weren't enough to really eat, just enough to take the edge off for a day or two. But we weren't looking for that.

Delilah reeled backwards, jerking her head away from the bottle in her hand. She rubbed at her nose as she clamped the lid back on the bottle.

"Found something," I read on her lips. Her expression gave more information than her words.

I read the label on the bottle she handed to me. AMMONIA. For people who fainted after getting shots, presumably. I cracked the jar open a tiny bit and held my nose a few feet above the bottle. The sharpest, most viscerally painfully bitter scent flooded my nose like the nasal equivalent of biting into a pepper. I slammed the lid back on and nodded.

Back at our base in the audiology department, I stood on a chair and balanced the three bottles we'd found on top of the thin door jamb. If the Careers found a way to get through, the movement would knock the bottles down, and we'd unscrewed them to the point that the lids would pop off on impact. I couldn't do that weird thing hearing people could do where they somehow just knew someone was nearby by somehow sensing the vibrations even when they weren't touching the vibrating object. I could, however, smell the most horrible, pungent smell in the world.

Perfecta Flawless- Killer Vacation D1F

It was too bad so many people had to die. If it was up to me I'd make a Games where there were only volunteers. That way the people who hadn't trained wouldn't die, and there would be more room for more volunteers. It had to be really hard to train all your life and then not get picked.

I'd only been staked out behind the chair for maybe half an hour when someone came by. I moved so quickly I barely saw her before I was shooting. I recognized her as one of the Twelve girls as the arrow flew into her heart. Twelve always did get a raw deal, didn't they? I didn't see any reason there couldn't be a little more equality throughout Panem. If I ever won, I'd be sure to send them some of my prize.

Something in the back of my head made me dodge suddenly. There was a knifing pain as the arrow that would have gone right between my ribs hit me in the arm instead. My shooting arm, I thought ruefully as I darted out from behind the chair to seek cover. Another arrow missed me by inches before I jumped over the girl's body. I looked behind me just as I rounded the corner and saw Chrysolite on the balcony above me shooting down at me, recognizing her by her pink hair. I really must have been slipping- I should have thought about every possible angle. But I was alive, at least, and if I was still alive, I was still fighting. I'd patch up my arm and come back shooting.

Flint Kenyte- No Way Down D2M

Being a bodyguard was like being in the Games- it was really dangerous. I'd been around the block a few times. I'd been stabbed on the block a few times. I'd even been shot twice. While my buddies generally helped me patch myself up, since hospitals frowned upon visitors with unexplained bullet wounds, there had been a few times when I'd ended up in the emergency department. In short, I knew my way around a hospital. I also knew there was food in other places than the cafeteria.

Doctors and nurses are also people, when you think about it. They also liked to eat. They often didn't like the gross hospital food in the cafeteria. They also had to drop off their stuff before they started their shifts. For all these purposes and more, they had a lounge. This lounge was, at least by my standards, essentially a little hotel. There was a sitting area, a few rooms with beds for naps over double shifts, and a refrigerator. Having befriended a nurse once, I happened to know that the nicer hospitals stocked the fridges with various goodies for their hapless overworked staff. And I'd been in enough hospitals to know that this was a very good hospital.

Another thing about doctors and nurses: they liked convenience. Their lounge was usually on the ground floor so the staff didn't have to lug their stuff up or down stairs. I didn't like being that close to the Careers, but nothing is perfect. I jogged down the hallways until I found what seemed like more of the rear portion of the hospital, judging by the lack of signs and more sterile appearance. Sure enough, it didn't take long before I found a door marked "STAFF LOUNGE".

Unfortunately, the door was just an open frame. There were lockers inside for valuables, and I could only guess it was a fire code thing or something. Except the other rooms had doors, so apparently it was okay if patients burned to death, just not doctors. Anyway, the lounge was even nicer than the one I'd been in. There was a giant television on the wall, not that I'd be using it, and there was a plate of donuts on the counter next to the fridge. Security was going to be a problem, but I'd figure that out somehow. At least I wouldn't starve.

111th place: Tarabel Aspen- shot by Perfecta

Tarabel was cool, but who could stand up to the Mary Sue power that is Perfecta? But actually I killed Tarabel, despite her strength, since I'm pretty sure her submitter is entirely absent. It's not a penalty or anything but they won't care if she dies so more room for active submitters, you know? Bum deal for Tarabel but it's better than someone who people are attached to.

110th place: Leo Serrocold- Internal bleeding caused by Jessie

Leo wasn't one of the stronger Tributes and I needed more kills to get things to a manageable number so on this first night of actual hunting I chose him. Realistically more people would probably die with this many hunters and this many Tributes, but in my defense, the night just started.