I crash down and put my face in my hands, sobbing. In one night, this day has gone from a relatively good one, to one of the worst in my life, which is saying something. The whole thing, from the moment I woke to now can’t have taken more than ten minutes. My senses fog over and I lay on my back with twigs tickling my cheeks and the mud dirtying my back, no more tears to shed. I look up through the leaves and watch as the day slowly turns to stars. Dean hasn’t come back. As common sense returns I become more and more aware that I cannot stay here. Number one: I am right out in the open, two: I’m where someone might come back to, and three: I’m dangerously low on weapons. All I have are the two small knives that I have in my hands. Shine was holding the belt when she died so that’s gone up with her. With no chance of getting it back. The anthem plays and Shine, well, shines. Shine from District 1. One of my allies. I don’t know why her death is affecting me so much. Actually, I do know why. I hated her, only because of Dean and she sacrificed her life for me. That is a debt I will never be able to pay back. Now I wish I had gotten to know her when I had the chance. Dean. I know I love him so why not admit it? I don’t know but I can’t seem to choose. Dean or Finnick? I don’t know how to choose. I love them both and that is the truth of it. My vision blurs and I just make out Venia from two. Then Abbot.
So it wasn’t Thren. Abbot was the cannon I heard earlier, not him. For some reason this doesn’t make me happy. It makes the pain worse. I promised three people I would make it back home to District 12. Back then, I never thought I could keep that promise. But now, with only six left. It’s beginning to look more promising. However, this only adds to my misery. For me to win, Sara, Izack, Coral, Thren and Dean must all die. I don’t know who will go first but I know if anyone came into this clearing, Izack, Thren or even Dean, I would kill on sight.
I lay there as strange thoughts flow through my head. For some reason I can’t seem to shake off the vision of Finnick throwing the trident which impaled Shine. I don’t know why but this hurts me more than anything else that has happened tonight. I start as horns trumpet around the arena.
“Ladies and gentleman,” says the legendary voice of Cludias Templesmith, “Congratulations to the six of you that remain,” he goes on a bit about how well we’ve done and how they have been very exciting games but I drone out, I know what’s coming, he is going to invite us to a feast, sometimes it’s a real feast but sometimes it’s only a single grain of rice. As I predicted, his next words are clear, “There will be a complete re-supply to the cornucopia tomorrow at dawn!” A re-supply! That’s exactly what I need! And my base happens to be quite close to the cornucopia! Perfect! I have the skills to get weapons but I can’t fight off both Izack and Coral at once. I will need to enlist Dean and Thren as allies. Dean is well skilled and Thren is too, just in a different way. The only problem is that I have absolutely no idea where either of them are. Dean will be somewhere on the island but if I go wandering off, couldn’t I be wandering to the sharp points of the careers’ weapons?
I don’t know if I can risk that. Thren however, he will surely be hiding somewhere. In the mountains or on this very island. I’m guessing the last one. The mountain would be too painful for him but I didn’t see him entering the island. But he could have swum to it after we ran off. I decide, even if I’m risking my life, to try to find Dean. Though I won’t be going by ground. I’ll be going by tree.
However, after an hour, I’m so frustrated that I’m yelling out Thren’s name in an attempt to find him. He’s nowhere! Vanished! I’m seriously considering looking in the mountains when I see a footprint in the mud. It’s too small for any of the other tributes left. It must be from Thren! From years of hunting I can see that the print is recent and, judging on it’s direction, he was heading away from me at a slow hunter’s pace. One I use for tracking something like a deer or a rabbit that might sprint away at any second. The only reason Thren would be walking at this slow pace is because he’s hunting something. This means he has weapons, which is good. This means he can help me hunt as well. I gasp as I come across a pair of footprints, off in a bush about five metres away from Thren’s. Whatever he’s hunting, Izack and Coral are too.
I stop and consider my options. Run after Thren, which is terrifying but the fastest way. I could also just turn around and walk away, abandoning him. But I won’t. Jazi and Thren found me and healed my injuries. Jazi died because of me and that’s when I knew who had to make it home. Not me, Thren. Then I know. I walk over to the nearest tree and quickly scale it’s rubbery limbs. Then, regaining my balance on a slim limb, I jump. It gets easier over time, lunging from tree to tree. Sometimes, just to make sure, I climb down to a lower branch to make sure I’m going in the right direction. Finally, I notice a difference in his tracks. He was only here a few minutes ago! I swing with new energy and arrive in a small clearing just to see Thren backed up against a tree with Coral and Izack approaching like a pack of wild dogs.
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