Hunger Games 4 - Closed

Holly Burnett - Central Park (By the way, WrittenInStone, there's a mangled pair of tweezers and a bar of soap in one of the stables at Central Zoo. Maybe Gabriel could use them.)

My thigh hurt with every step I took, and I had no idea where I was. The Cornucopia had passed out of sight long ago, but I had managed to grab a square of tarp from the few things left. Even now I was regretting it, as a three foot long sheet of tarp isn't exactly easy to carry. This was now coupled wih the fact that I had no defence. I was at a loose end, I wanted to forget about the Games and just go home. Curse President Snow! Curse everyone in that stupid Capitol! Curse all of stupid Panem!

I collapsed in the snow, and, exasperated, started to dig into it like a blanket. It would be so easy to go to sleep and never wake up... As I burrowed, I came to notice that it wasn't snow I was digging into. It was sand. How did sand get here? It comes together as I look around myself. I am in a long treeless stretch, inside a dip. This must have been a golf course of somekind. I was right in the middle of a bunker. More logic sprang to my mind. I was a mathematician, right? and what do mathematicians do? They consider every possibility, then conclude the most likely answer. I couldn't fight well enough to win. I'm not fast enough to run. I'm a sitting duck, so what do I do? I hide.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. The snow would soon blow over any tracks I'd made, and who would expect me to be underground? A grin now on my face, and adrenaline racing through me, I began to dig with my bare hands, until I'd made a small underground area. I pulled several sturdy sticks free from the wasted trees, and used them and the tarp to create a camoflaged hide, nearly invisible to any outside eyes. The work felt good, calling back memories of creating tents with blankets and kitchen chairs, blocking myself from my parent's world. It was then that I felt a brush on my arm.

I spun, expecting to see a contestant looming over me, like the career who's death I witnessed, but instead there was nobody. I looked at my arm, and drew in my breath. The most beautiful butterfly was on my arm, dark and glossy, and gently brushing it's wings across my back. Then I remembered where I was. I was in the Hunger Games, and it was winter. A butterfly meant trouble. Panicking, I brushed it away, only to find another on my face, and another, and another, and another. Screaming, I leaped for my hide, collapsinga support as I went, and sealing me inside. I panted in the midst of the snow and sand. Jumping every time I heard a sound. My arms were laced with black bruises, and so wre my hands. I suspected my face was, to, but had no way of knowing. Tears began to blur my vision, and I curled into the fetal position on the floor. A wave of relief swept through my arms when I presse them to the snow and cold sand, so I stayed like that for the night.

Underground golf bunker in Central Park. Serious butterfly marks. Has obtained tarpaulin. (If that's okay, Calligraphy?)

Kyran Oleander

I was in level 5, grabbing whatever I could without being killed. It wasn't much. I managed to grab a big rope, a spear, and a big jacket. Just then, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. My fist came within an inch of their face, when I realized it was Ara, my district partner. She dragged me away from my goal, the Cornucopia.\

"We have a plan, remember?" She dragged me towards the woods, or rather, the wooded part of the park. We sat down and she gave me a glare.

"You would've been Career meat if you went in there! I just saved your life!" She shouted. I was afraid that tributes would hear us and come closer.

"Would you be quiet?! Someone's gonna hear you, and we'll both be Career meat!" Just then, a twig not too far off snapped.

"Who's there?!" She exclaimed. I grabbed my spear that was on the ground and pointed it in that direction. Another twig cracked, but no one came out.

"Show yourself! We'll kill you!" She pulled a pocket knife out of her jacket. A shape came out from behind the trees, bearing an axe.

"I'm Aspen Cypress, and I want to be in an alliance with you." She said, surprisingly calm.

"Well why were you standing behind that tree, huh? Were you gonna jump out and kill us?" Ara said, almost frantically.

"No, I noticed you guys when we were in training, and I thought you'd be good allies." She was still calm, even though she was just accused.

"Just give her a chance Ara. Okay Aspen, you're in."

Has level 5 rope, heavy jacket, and spear. In the woods in the park. In an alliance with Aspen Cypress and Ara Ordoe.

(Good to know, Skorpionne! I appreciate the little tip, hopefully he'll get the wound cleaned and be on his way.)

Gabriel Haughtings

His heartbeat pounded he painfully in his chest as he jogged towards the Central Zoo, his temperature rapidly dropping as the wind grew colder - it seemed strange but these were the Games. Everything was strange; and dangerous.

He was nearly there, he could just make out the tops of the cages as he ran, but all too soon did he see a great shadow darken the sparkling snow. He frowned and slowed to a walk before looking up - and he nearly choked on his gasp.

Thousands - no millions - of black insects flew overhead their numbers nearly blocking out the sun's rays. One flitted down and lighted gently on the back of his hand, and he examined it warily. The butterfly jumped back up into the air - deciding he wasn't worth it's time.

Then, Gabriel noticed something strange, he leaned toawrds his hand and stared at the black bruise-like form that had shaped itself to the butterfly's contour. It itched, painfully so.

Another lighted down on his forearm, another on his cheek and so on. They flitted from place to place and before he knew it he was running. Flinging out his arms to rid himself of the horrible creatures that the Game Master had sent to antagonize the players. He had to find something to stop this - another look at the back of his hand; the first casualty and he nearly screamed in terror. The skin was peeling away, being eaten at as though the bruise-like things had been a sort of poison.

Gabriel ran as fast as he could, uncomfortably so as the bow and quiver restricted his speed. He could hear the wing beats and many more of the deathly insects fluttered down around him but he kept them away as he swung his dagger as he ran.

His eyes squinted as he spotted the closeness of the zoo and he raced inside the gates, running towards the stables and turning to close the giant wooden doors. The wood groaned and squealed in protest but they slammed shut - the only other entrance he could see was a mouse hole but he decided it wouldn't be much of an entry way for the poisonous butterflies.

He scratched at the bruises before deciding to relieve some of his itching pain with the pile of snow that rested beneath a boarded up window, brought in no doubt by the wind.

He sank into the snow and relieved himself before spotting two small items resting near the wall. A pair of what looked a little like tweezers and soap. He nearly cried his relief at having something sanitary to use - he looked around and set his backpack down - before slowly reaching up to grasp the hilt of the dagger in his shoulder.

He gripped it tightly wincing as it moved before gritting his teeth and beginning to pull it out. He tilted his head back as he pulled and let out a scream of pain.

His breath came out in short little pants, his head spun and he knew that he would faint if he had to touch the wound again so he didn't. He dropped the removed dagger onto the ground and quickly took the end part of his shirt and tore a long strip off the bottom, wrapping it around the bleeding wound before gathering the soap, tweezers and bloody dagger and shoving them in my pack.

He didn't know how many people had heard him scream but now wasn't a good time to find out.


Achieved mangled tweezers and soap - searching for new shelter and alliance.

No-one replied to my other post, so I have to double-post sorry

Cody

I stared at the clump of snow that had fallen from the gutter. I dropped my bazooka and face-palmed my self. Stupid mistakes like that led to getting killed out here in the Games. I stooped down and gripped my bazooka before deciding on my next move. I wouldn't last long without something to eat; already the empty inners of my body rumbled with craving. The Cornucopia would probably have cleared out by now, and maybe due to my similar status any looting Careers would let me live.

I trudged along the snow, weariness clinging to my sides and attempting to drag me down. I persisted and forced my body onwards in the bitter cold. I brought my hood up and jumped up and down for warmth. My back-pack seemed heavier than it should be, and my bazooka wasn't making my progress any faster. I felt like giving up when I saw a figure sprinting towards me. I narrowed my eyes, straining to get a better look. The figure, a boy from District 6 I recognized from the Capitol, looked scared, and brandished now weapon. I wonder why? Behind him came a flurry of dark-shapes? A blizzard maybe?

As they got closer I began to make out details of the throng. I could make out the thousands of...of wings? A flock of birds? No, they had antenna. But why would someone be so scared of butterflies? Then I noticed one of the creatures land on the boy's arm. He was very close now, only about 50 meters away. The butterfly looked harmless enough, it just batted it's wings on the boy's arm. He shrieked in pain and waved his arm frantically. He was so close now I could make out the purple bruises forming. Of course. The butterflies were not butterflies at all but automatons designed by my Dad. The only thing that could stop them was a very distinct radio frequency, but their was no way I was going to produce any sort of frequency right now.

The butterflies were almost upon me when I sprung into action. My hands flew to my sling and released the aerosol can. For a moment it flew between the butterflies and I, then the first of the wings hit it. Right on cue the can exploded, sending fire racing across the flock. The boy from District 6 went down in an ocean of flaming wings, his last cries still echoing in my ears. I couldn't stay here long though; a wall of living fire was on my tail.

I dropped my sling and ran, faster than I had during the Bloodbath, faster than I could remember me ever running before. The buzzing of thousands of blazing insects spurned me forward at greater and greater velocities. I raced out of building entirely, past countless unrecognizable landmarks as more and more butterflies sparked and chased me.

I scrambled through a narrow street into an overgrown wilderness of flowers and trees. Knowing that the entire place would burn the second the butterflies caught up, I looked around frantically for anything to protect me. My eyes landed on what appeared to be a sandpit of some sort, which I dove for without hesitation.

I rolled around in the snow and sand, searching for someway to hide from the onslaught of flame. I reached some sort of burrow made from sticks and hunkered down. For a minute I just lay there as through the snow colors of red and orange glowed; signifying the passing of the butterfly swarm. I finally relaxed when it seemed they had passed, before noticing a
girl about my age curled up on the floor. She appeared to be asleep, but was that for real, or was she faking?

Backpack- with Holly in golf course shelter

Sorry he's behind.

Marco Denver

At the gong, I run, run, run. I'm fast, and it's a good thing, because it definitely gives me the advantage - I shoot past everyone else. I ignore the first levels, aiming only for the last one. That has the stuff I need to win. I know the tributes behind me will start to gather weapons and train them on me, and that thought only spurs me further.

In what seems like no time, I'm upon the Cornucopia. No one's here yet - they're all fighting each other, killing each other off. I grab a sword from amidst the wealth and keep moving, picking up a kind of heavy backpack. Slinging them both over my shoulder, I scoop up a rolled up sleeping bag and turn to leave. Just then, I feel a prick on my forearm, like it was stabbed with a tiny needle. I look down and find a dart sticking from it, and a tribute with a wicked grin a dozen feet away from me. Not hesitating, I take off running. I don't have time to look at the wound - though I'm fairly certain there was poison in it - and just pluck it out and run like heck away from there.

Snow scatters as I plow ahead and I realize just how bad it is for us that the arena's like this - normally, it's hard to track a tribute unless you're really trying. Now, all you have to do is follow their tracks before more snow covers them. If you're trying to evade someone, it'll be almost impossible. Then I remember - I'm a Career. I'm not going to evade. I'm going to attack.

Which reminds me, I need to meet up with the other Careers - or what's left of them - some time soon. Before I get too far, I turn back around, walking as lightly as I can, trying not to slip on the ice. I'm freezing, so it's a good thing I have to move anyway. The spot where the dart lodged in my arm is throbbing, but I don't take the time to stop and look at it. Besides, that would mean either pulling back my sleeve, which would involve removing my gloves, letting parts of me brave the cold, or cutting it off, which does the same, cold-wise, except permanently. No, it's better this way. Just go back and find your allies. Once you're safe with them, then you can stop and inspect.

It gets dark soon here, and by the time I'm ready to really start searching for them, it's almost black out except for spots where dull lampposts are on. I hunker down in an old building, burying myself beneath moth-bitten blankets to help stay warm. It's not much, but I'm tired and won't be able to find them tonight anyways, probably. I think about going beneath a lamppost to inspect my wound finally, but the throbbing isn't so bad anymore, and I'm really starting to get tired. I drift asleep, and the last thing I remember is a biting pain on my arm.

...

When I woke up, I knew it should be light out but it wasn't, not really. It was lighter, though, than at night so that was a little better I guess. But even in the dark, I could see them - the thousands of fluttering black wings - out the window of the apartment. At first I was awestruck by them, their beauty, but then I saw something that made me think otherwise - another tribute was down there, and the butterflies were mobbing him. Black spots were growing on his skin, and even though I couldn't hear him I could tell he was in pain - serious pain. He flailed as the insects flew off him then back, each time bringing more agony, I could see by his jerky movements. Finally, he fell to the ground, and a cannon shot off.

The butterflies left his body and flew in every direction - and I realized, what if they flew in mine? The building was so old, there were so many cracks and crevices, dozens could sneak in without my realizing it. And then I'd be just like the tribute out there.

I heard a buzzing, knew I only had so much time. I raced into a closet and pulled a string, and a small bulb switched on. Matted clothes hung in there, and I threw them on the floor, stuffing the space between the door and the floor. Any other crack, I shoved fabric on them, and I think I got them all. The buzzing is ten times louder outside my door, but I think I'm safe - as safe as I can be. I sink down on the floor and wait for it to stop.

I hate to kill the last computer character, but District 6 guy is dead. Marco's in a closet in an apartment North of the Cornucopia. He has a sword, a backpack, and a sleeping bag.

Sorry for such a late first post!

Hunter Williams

I can feel the platform raise as I enter the arena. Once I get a good view I survey my surroundings. Snow. I now knew why we were wearing black. I would stick out like a sore thumb from 50 yards. I needed to camouflage myself. I'm so conceded in my thoughts I almost don't hear the gong ring. I now think of my mentor's words, Run and hide, run and hide. The words repeat in my head but my feet betray me. I'm on my way, running through the cornucopia, skipping the smaller items. When I'm about halfway in I search around. So many items, I need something. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a white coat on the ground. I dash over and quickly sling it over my shoulder. I dash back and forth looking like a maniac. I look everywhere, nothing useful. I move slightly more towards the horn and spot a tub of white paint.

I dash over and quickly scoop it into my grasp. I turn around and the battle is all around me. How I hadn't gotten attacked was amazing. One more thing. I tell myself and I move closer to the horn. Out of my peripheral vision I catch a glance of something silver. I pivot to my left and spot the bow. I had practiced with them in training, but I hadn't become an expert. I run over and quickly and sling it over my shoulder. I glance around and see the other tribute from my district, Aushi, she called herself, giving me the death glare. I noticed the careers pack headed towards me, and I take off into the nearest building. I run upstairs and glance out the nearest window. They seem to be moving along, so I decide to set up camp for the night. I could apply the paint tomorrow.
In a building, has medium tub of face-paint, thin white jacket, and bow?
I brought it up to the time, sorry it's so short.
(Ithy, I'm confused on this. Ultraviolet said I get the bow, you said you get the bow. Who gets it?

Ara Ordoe

She didn't trust this Aspen girl. Making an alliance with anyone other than Kyran wasn't her plan, and she had figured she'd just look out for Kyran until one of them was killed anyways. Complicating it with another person wasn't something she had anticipated. But she couldn't argue. It would be hard enough keeping Kyran out of trouble as it was, let alone if they didn't get along.

"Fine, you're in," Ara said at last. "But I can't promise not to kill you down the line." She crossed her arms and eyed the girl, trying to get a sense of her. The way she held herself, it reminded Ara of, well, Ara.

"As is expected," Aspen responded.

Ara nodded and threw her tarp bundle over her shoulder again, shoving the pocket knife into the pocket of her games-issued clothes. "Come on, we need to find shelter nearby if we want to raid the cornucopia tomorrow."

"We're raiding the cornucopia?" Kyran asked, raising an eyebrow. "What about being 'career meat'?"

She eyed the heavy coat Kyran pulled on. "Well, our alliance will be pretty pointless when two thirds of us freeze to death," she said. "We're all going to need warmer clothes, and sleeping bags. And I wouldn't mind finding some sort of backpack so I can ditch this tarp."

"How do you expect to get past the careers?" Aspen asked, coming up beside Ara as they walked. "They don't call them careers for nothing."

Ara shrugged, she knew she was light on her feet and that's all she had to rely on at this point. "I don't have much to lose, do I? I think I can risk it."

Walking through the trees with Kyran and Aspen around the Cornucopia.

O.K. everyone's posts look fine as far as I can tell. So Skorpionne (I think it was?)... to answer your question, yes, you can have it.

To ultra, and Ithy and whoever (there are just too many people in this one ) you all have the bow I have up regulating who has what. (that is if I got the right message that you all took it from the Cornucopia?) If not just ignore me.

Important!

From now on nobody can take from the cornucopia. It is way to confusing. So don't go back there to find a bunch of stuff O.K.? Unless you still haven't posted and it would be your first post. Then you can... but that is obvious.

I think that is all for now,

A. S.

P.S. Once the butterflies attack you they leave pretty quickly.

Gabriel Haughtings

He pulled open the wooden doors of the stables and looked up at the sky - the damned butterfly creatures were still there but they seemed attracted by movement considering how they merely hovered there. Waiting.

He licked his chalped lips, he was sweating but probably more from the poison that ate away at his flesh and the wound at his shoulder than anything. A cold wind sent a flurry of snow in the air but they didn't move - heat sensors?

Gabriel rotated his shoulder and hefted the bag up on his back, he crouched - he needed to get to the shack that sat nearly across from the stables but he needed to do that without aquiring new wounds.

His feet dug into the snow and he pushed off, and began to run towards the new shelter he saw.

The butterflies hummed with their wings and dived towards him - their gracefulness lost to the frenzy of movement.

Gabriel slipped, his footing lost on a stray patch of ice and he panicked, scrambling to his feet in a flurry of snow and he nearly ran on all fours as he made his way to the shack.

He panted as he hurried, the cold making his lungs ache more than before and he finally shoved open the rough wooden door before slamming it shut again.

There was a short pitter-patter on the door like the insects had tried to get in behind him but he barricaded the door with a wooden chair - his only thought now was how he would get out.


Grave butterfly wounds - poison slowed greatly due to cold - hidden in abandoned shack in Central Zoo - barricaded doors.

Kyran Oleander

We were walking through the woods, with no destination. I could just barely see the city in one direction.

"So, do we have a plan of where we're going?" I was curious. I wasn't very good with planning, but I didn't want to be without one.

"Well, I'm kind of in my natural element right here, I'm just saying." Aspen shrugged.

"It's not all about you you know!" Ara shouted. I put my hand on her shoulder. I wasn't sure why she was being so hostile to Aspen.

"Sorry, I'm just really scared, being in the Games you know? I just feel like Kyran is the only one I can trust, since we're from the same district." Aspen put her hand on Ara's other shoulder.

"You can trust me, okay? We're in this 'til the end." We were walking silently when we heard the wind start to pick up.

"We might want to find shelter soon. It might be a snowstorm that the Gamemakers made, so it could get pretty bad." Aspen said. We started heading towards the city, where there was definite shelter. The wind kept getting louder and closer, and we started to jog towards the city. It started getting noticeably darker, and I looked up. There was a big black cloud coming down on the arena, and I saw that they were bugs.

"Bugs!" I shouted over the noise. Ara and Aspen glanced up, and the fear showed through in their faces. We started sprinting towards the city, coming up quick. The bugs, it turns out, are big black butterflies. One of them landed on my arm and I swatted it off. I didn't know what it could do.

We were almost at the city, but the butterflies were all around us. The spot on my arm where it landed turned into an itchy bruise, but I couldn't think about that right now. We had just entered the city, and I was looking for a good, solid building. There was a little convenience store to my left that looked like it was pretty solid.

"To the left!" I screamed to Ara and Aspen. They glanced to the left and thankfully went in the building I was talking about. The door was ajar just a bit, and Ara threw it open and stormed inside. Aspen followed, and I was the last one to enter.

The door slammed shut, but a few butterflies got in. We quickly killed them, and slouched against the far wall, watching the chaos from afar. The place on my arm started to bleed a little bit, and I scratched it. Ara and Aspen had a few marks too, and we didn't know what would make it better.

In a small convenience store on 1st Avenue. Has a few butterfly marks, with Aspen and Ara.

Something very bad came up and I'm so sorry but I won't be able to keep up with this SB with everything I've missed. I'm so sorry, just kill Ashton. Thanks.

I have updated the list.

Fern Le Rose

I feel like I've been sitting here in this spot for hours. I probably have. It's sheltered, well hidden. That's not the reason I can't sleep. I stare at the darkening sky, waiting for the pictures of the dead to flash by. That's when they happen, district by district. Guy from District two. That meant Marco, my district partner was still alive. Not sure what I thought about that. Girl from three. Guy from four. That's two careers dead. Guy from five. The girl from District six flashes before my eyes. Then the boy, cocky grin in place. Guy from eight, which wasn't suprising. Finally, guy from ten. Then it ended. I lay back on my comfortable sleeping bag, doing calculations. That's less than half dead. A decent amount, but it should have been more. I sigh, setting my dagger before me, poison rubbed into the tip. If anyone came for me, they'd be in for one nasty suprise. Finally, I let myself drift to sleep.

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I wake with the sun in my eyes. I'd made it through the first day. Who knew if I'd ever see another one? I get up, rolling my boomerang and poison into my sleeping bag. I quip myself with the dagger and put on the jacket. It was beautiful and, more importantly, warm. I'd chosen well. I get out from the small teepee the buildings had sheltered me with. It was almost a same to move. I begin walking, watching for signs of life. Nothing. They must all be further back. Avoiding the careers. They erected so much power in us, it almost brought a smile to my face. Almost. I break into a run, feeling the soft crunch of the snow under my feet. That's when I see them. The tracks. I didn't study tracks back in school. They could be mutants or a simple bunny rabit and I would never know. On top of that, my stomach had began to rumble softly. I creep down the trail of the pawprints. There were only one set of them, so I mean... It wasn't a pack of anything. I creep along until I finally spot my prey- a cute little artic hare. A bunny, nibbling on the stumb of a tree. Food. I let instints take over again and throw my dagger at it. I miss it, but barely. It looks up at me, but it looks like it had never seen a human before. We were probably in one of those rumoured abandoned cities, after all. These creatures haven't seen humans for a long, long time. I grab the boomerang from my sleeping bag, glad I put it near the edge, in case of use. I throw it at the rabbit, hitting it just as it started to run, sense hammered into it's thick skull. I run over towards it and treat it like I was taught to treat a human victim. Stab it twice, through the heart. I skin the bunny. I don't know how the hunting districts do it. By the time I'm done, clumps of fur hang still from the meat. Also, the bunny is a lot rougher and scrawny then I'd thought. Still, it was food. I look around for something sticks, and if I was incredibly lucky, flint. Nothing but white. I looked at the body. This was going to be gross, but what I'd trained for. I take a bite, soothing my rabid hunger. The tastless meat fills my mouth, tough and rough. Like this game. I take a few more bites before I feel decent as possible. I wish I had some salt to preserve it, but this is roughing it. I shove it in my bag, hoping it wouldn't be overly rotten when I went for tommorow's breakfast. I pack back up and continue running when I see flocks of black shroud over me. I din't know what they were, only that they would be horrid beyond my immagination. I begin to sprint, looking for a shelter, a building. Anything but wide open spaces. The cloud, I can see that they were moths now, begins to fall around me like a cloak of doom. I hoped they were just poison. Strange, I know, but I could deal with poison. That's when I see a huge building, collapsing on it's self. I sprint like never before, feeling my heart beat out of my chest. That's when one lands on my cheek. It doesn't hurt so much, more of a bitter cold feeling. Poison. The comfort doesn't slow me down. Even with immunity, to many bites could kill me. I rush into the rotting building and slam the remants of the door behind me. I back aganist the snowy wall, feeling my cheek. The butterfly is gone, but it stings like all get out. I need cold. That's what I did when I felt sick when I was a kid- a lifetime ago- get cold. I press my cheek aganist the wall, feeling the cool sink in. It felt good, way to good for a normal wound. I wasn't sure if I had any other bites, but I should be safe. I hope.

In an old theater in theatar district. Minor butterfly bite.

Aspen Cypress

I took in the severity of my wounds. I had an itchy bruise on my right arm and another in my left leg. I tried not to itch them, but it was hard.

I felt cold seeping into me. we'd only been in the arena for a few hours yet I was already starting to freeze. I'd grown up in a colder climate and been outside in 30 degree weather wearing only a thin sweater for extra heat, so I was used to the cold. This was worse than the coldest weather I'd experienced though. I'd bet it was only 10 degrees.

I took a moment to sort out what I had gathered from the cornucopia. I had gloves and a scarf, which I quickly put on. My hands felt bulky and useless with two pairs of gloves on, but I'd have to deal with it. I found out I had also picked up some colored yarn, which I laughed at.

" What's so funny Aspen?" Kyran said, absentmindedly itching one of the butterfly marks.

" Oh, I just found out that I had some colored yarn. It's not really funny, I was just laughing at my stupidness at not picking something more useful up."

" It can be useful! We can use it in case we get lost from each other, we can hang some in teh trees, on the buildings." Ara said.

I thought about her idea. It was smart, I had to give her that. I was just going to through it away. " Ok, we'll each take a part of it in case we get split up. I also got some water, we should drink it before it freezes." Kyran and Ara agreed.

" Let's heat it up over a fire, I'm cold anyways," Ara said. Gosh, she just kept coming up with new ideas! What, was I to stupid the think? I'd just satisfy myself with being the strong one in the group.

" Fine. I'll go get some wood." I stood up wihtout waiting for their reactions and went outside.

It was much colder outside, but I only had a few feet to go before I was in another park. They were scattered all over this place like coal in district 12. I felt in my element as I started chopping down a small tree. I got out all my anger at the gamemakers, the capitol, and anything else I hated on that tree. If fell down in record time, it's evergreen needles scraping my already hurt arm.

The crash of the tree drew attention from a tribute who must have been nearby int he woods. She ran towards me holding only a knife. I readied my axe as he got closer. She must have been a dull one, if she thought she could just run at someone with an axe. I chopped down and felt her neck break. She fell to the ground, her head tilted at an extremely wrong angle. I heard a connon and new the truth. She was dead. i killed her.

In a park right next to the shop on 1st avenue. Ashton Heart dead.