The rest of the first day went by slowly. Quinn and Agathias stayed near the beach, but far enough into the jungle that they couldn't see the beach and couldn't be seen. Quinn stayed a good distance in front of Agathias, she hadn't expected to be so angry. She had been expecting to be so disgusted at the thought of being stuck with Agathias-- the Victor who killed Quinten in the sixty-fourth games. But she was even more disgusted with herself. She hadn't been able to make herself kill him because she knew he was right and honest. He had killed him because he wanted to go home.

Even if you made promises not to kill someone in the arena, when it came down to it...you always did. You always put your own life before anyone else's-- so the plan to save Katniss went against everything that the Games had pounded into their heads.

Agathias tried to spark up a bit of conversation, but Quinn didn't engage in it. Instead, she kept her eyes looking in front of her, and scanning her surroundings for any other Victors. They didn't have any run in's with anyone, she had been hoping to run into Orion-- more so than Finnick and the others. They could handle themselves. Orion wasn't a Victor, he had only three days of training...well, for the games. He had tons of training in Thirteen.

"Quinn," Agathias stated, his voice wasn't as friendly. He didn't sound like he was trying to make conversation like before. "It's getting dark, we need to set up camp."

"I don't need to do anything because you tell me to." Quinn said, not bothering to stop to look at him. "We still have some daylight."

"We need to set up camp, now." Agathias stated, his voice even more stern now. "As soon as night comes, we don't know what'll happen, we need to get used to what's around us."

Quinn stopped, stabbing her spear into the ground. She took a deep breath and then finally turned to face Agathias. The thought of sitting was a bit appealing, it was so humid-- maybe sitting would be a good way to just cool down. But she had more important allies to find, and sitting there wasn't going to help her find them any sooner.

"We leave as soon as the sun comes up." Quinn stated, "And I take first watch."

The two of them found a spot between two trees, one for each of them to lean against. Agathias didn't complain about being the first one to be able to sleep either, it all reminded her of her alliance with Fiona. Leaving Fiona had worked out okay for her, she was almost positive she could last a while on her own while she looked for the others. Besides that, she wasn't exactly fond of the idea of being in the arena with the person who had killed Quinten. Someone who was using the same kind of weapon that killed her brother.

"We'll have to at least get along," he stated after a long while of silence that included Quinn simply sitting, feeling every individual bead of sweat drop down her neck, face, and her suit sticking to her whole body.

Quinn sighed, and shrugged. "Technically we don't. One of us could just kill the other in their sleep." she replied casually.

He scoffed, "If you were going to kill me, you would have already." Agathias leaned against the tree. His sword was stabbed into the ground beside him, and he sat comfortably and almost looked relaxed. "I'm not worried about it."

"You don't think I could kill the person that killed my brother?" she retorted, raising an eyebrow sharply.

He didn't look convinced by her smug tone. "I don't think you could make yourself do anything just for the Capitol to watch." he replied.

Quinn didn't say anything at first. Her hand clutched around the moss growing on the ground she was sitting on and pulled it up. That was a fair point, the whole point of everything she had done was to stop the games, she didn't want to do anything to help the games.

The two of them sat in silence until eventually, Quinn's eyes fell shut. Her eyelids had gotten so heavy, that she just gave up in trying to stay awake and keep watch like she had said. So Agathias ended up taking first watch. He seemed to be unaffected by the humidity, to Quinn, it was draining. the heat alone was exhausting. Her sleep wasn't restful, and she woke herself up every time her head began to fall forward. But it wasn't hard for her to go back to sleep-- she kept trying to put herself back in the woods by Thirteen with Dylan, Quinten, and Orion. Or the lake outside of District Four with Isabella and Coleman. Anywhere but in the arena really...

But just as she was about to begin another dream about Thirteen, she was jolted awake the familiar sound of a gong. At first she thought it may have been a cannon, but when there was another gong that echoed in the arena, then another, and another--- a total of twelve gongs went off. Quinn and Agathias sat there, completely still, waiting. The gong usually only went off at the beginning of the games-- not twelve times in a row.

"What do you think those meant?" Quinn asked.

He thought for a moment, trying to brainstorm an explanation. But come up with nothing so he shrugged. His eyes looked heavy, as if he was ready to go to sleep. So Quinn decided to stay awake, and she watched as he began to doze off and then let him fall asleep. Quinn sat there for what seemed like ever, until she decided she was get up and look for some food. She wouldn't go far though, she knew she wouldn't last long without an ally.

So Quinn pushed herself up, and she was already so dehydrated from one day, that she nearly fell over as everything spun for a moment. But she used her spear to keep herself steady as she took a few unsteady steps as she got used to moving again. It was still dark, but her eyes adjusted to the darkness as she looked at plants carefully.

She was thankful that she spent so much time learning about different plants that could be eaten during the first day, and last part of the second day of training. She wasn't sure what every plant was, but she had a good idea of what to look for-- and she had gotten a bit of advice from Ophelia Hunter about plants. The ones closest to the ground-- the most accessible, they were post likely toxic. Maybe not deadly, but they weren't always eatable. Then if there was a big area with the same berry or plant, then there was a seemingly random plant in with it-- that was probably helpful. But most plants that were safe to eat would be higher up on vines, of the vines themselves, or they would be small and not very noticeable.

With each step Quinn took, she could feel her mouth get more and more dry. She could feel every ounce of water draining from her from all the sweat. So while she looked for food, she kept her eyes wide open for fresh water. But to no avail. So Quinn put her focus on food until morning.

Quinns concentration was broken when a cannon went off, echoing from the other side of the arena. Everything seemed to become still, her breathing was the loudest thing around her. She could feel anger towards Snow building up again. He had put all these Victors back in the games even after promising them they would never have to go back again. But she quickly pushed that anger away-- it distracted her focus before, it would again. And there was nothing she could do in these games to make him mad like she had tried to do in her own games. So she turned back to the thick vines that were crawling up the trees. They were rough on the outside, but they felt soft on the inside. She cut one and held it under her nose, it smelt bitter-- another thing Ophelia had taught her. The bad tasting ones would probably be the eatable ones in this arena. Because the Game Makers knew that all the Victor's would put sour, or bad tasting with bad.

Quinn smelled it one more time before using her fingers to carve out some of the soft part of the vine and put it in her mouth. She tasted it, and it was vile. It was bitter, and rotten all at the same time. But after a moment, after the initial taste-- it was refreshing. The vine was extremely moist, and for a moment it made her forget how thirsty she was. So she ate a bit more of it before dropping that piece and cutting some more of it with the tip of her spear and gathering it to bring back to
Agathias.

She collapsed down and sat with her back against the tree again after she nudged him awake. He was drowsy at first, but eventually he was awake enough to see the piece of vine that Quinn held out to him.

"What is it?" he asked as he took it from her.

Quinn shrugged, "It hasn't killed me yet," she sighed, "You eat the inside of it." she told him as she laid out her piece flat, and used the tip of her spear to slice it open so it would be easier to eat.

The two of them ate, and before they could decide who should take the next watch, Quinn's eyes fell shut. She wasn't full, but she wasn't as hungry or thirsty as she was. But every once in awhile she would wake up just long enough to notice the humidity getting worse and worse as the sun began to come up. She was sound asleep though when she suddenly felt cold water touch her hand.

She flinched awake and looked at the ground. Just in time to see small trickles of water running into her through the dirt. Agathias noticed it too, he held his hand in it for a moment and then held it up against his forehead.

"Salt water, but at least it's cold..." he sighed with relief, and Quinn did the same thing as him. But as the water started to become more than a trickle, the two of them stood up quickly, just in time to hear the creaking of trees being bent, and branches breaking, accompanied with a shrill scream of horror.

The two of them turned to run from the jungle, they both knew by the sounds that were getting closer-- there was something in the jungle they didn't want to see or did they need. However, they didn't get far before a strong current of water swept them both up from cold water slamming into the back of their knees.

At first Quinn thought she'd be able to swim or maybe even stand up-- but a giant wall of water caught up with them and crashed down over the two of them. Tossing them around as it rushed through the rest of the jungle. Quinn forced her eyes open, the salt water burning her eyes again-- but she could see the water swirling around her. Flipping her over and over again. Her hand was gripping tighter and tighter to the spear in her hand. She wasn't going to let herself drop the spear like in her last games. Branches smacked her, and she could feel her lungs about to explode from holding her breath. Until her entire rib cage smashed into rock, the sudden impact caused her to gasp, and as the water flooded her lungs and pressed her against the rock-- she could feel a shark pain in her ribcage.

The water above her splashed down, and the wave was gone. Quinn began coughing, and heaving-- she began to spit up water, and it wasn't until her coughing fit was over that she could actually breathe and see that the wave had smashed them into the island with the Cornucopia. Then a cannon sounded, and she looked over her shoulder just to see a Capitol ship swooping down to retrieve a body.

"Agathias?!" she asked loudly, her voice was hoarse, and barely audible. And trying to talk, set her lungs on fire and caused her to cough and cough as she pulled herself up onto the island finally. "Agathias!?" she called out again, and after a moment a bobbed up from still being under water and he gripped onto the island for dear life, tossing his sword up first near where she had tossed her spear. Quinn scrambled over to help pull him up. The black belt that was around all the suits, was gone from his.

"I-I got stuck on the rock..." he wheezed out as he gasped for air. "I barely cut myself out..."

Quinn and Agathias both sat back on the rock, trying to catch their breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Quinn nodded, even though she still felt the need to wheeze and cough. And as she sat there, she wrapped her arms around herself. Her ribcage was throbbing.

"Sore, but...I'm fine." she said in a hoarse voice.

"We should find a new place for shelter." he said, his voice was just as hoarse as her's. "Others could have seen the wave."

Quinn nodded in agreement, and grabbed her spear and pulled herself up.

"Quinn!"

Quinn looked up and turned around, Agathias turned and looked too from where he was seated. Quinn looked at the beach and saw nobody at first, until someone stood up from their seat on the sand and began to run towards the path to the island. Quinn squinted her burning eyes struggled to actually see a face. But as soon as she saw the sandy blonde hair she knew exactly who it was.

"Finnick!" Quinn's voice was much less hoarse, probably because she wasn't thinking about it. She started running across the island and onto the same path Finnick was on-- each step felt like she was getting stabbed in her ribcage. Quinn thought it would have taken much longer to find them-- or that she never would.

Finnick got further on the path than Quinn did, and as soon as he got to her he pulled her into a big hug. It made her entire body ache because of the way she had been slammed into the rocks. But she didn't say anything about it, she only ignored it and hugged Finnick in return.

"I thought I'd never find you," Quinn sighed with relief.

"We were going to help you, but then Peeta needed us-- then the Careers had the Cornucopia." he explained.

Quinn nodded, "That's why I ran into the jungle." she said simply, "Who's all with you?"

"Katniss and Peeta." he said simply.

Quinn stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "Mags?"

He didn't say anything at first, "She died this morning." he confessed, his voice much quieter than it had been. Then he looked up, past Quinn. "Agathias, are you okay?"

Quinn looked over her shoulder at him, he nodded.

"Yeah, what about you guys?"

Finnick nodded as he looked around, "We should get back over there before anyone comes to check out the wave."

Then with that, the two of them followed close behind Finnick. And with each step, Quinn cringed because of her ribs. She knew she had at least broken one of them. But she didn't even care, she was just relieved she found someone she was looking for. Even if it was because of the wave that almost killed her.