Grace Price's P.O.V. (D11)

"We have to keep looking," Delinia says.

I groan in agitation. We've been searching the whole island non-stop since Jean stopped chasing us yesterday. We came back to where we split up with him, but Tai never came, so we've been looking for him ever since. We almost thought he was dead until we saw the Death Toll last night. We were up all night looking for him as quietly as possible, trying not to find any other tributes. In fact, we did come across some tributes, but we managed to sneak past without them noticing.

"Where could he be?!" Delinia almost shouts.

"You know, there is one place we haven't looked yet," I speak up.

Delinia stops walking and turns around to face me, "Where?"

"We haven't gone around the edges of the island. We've only been searching the middle parts of the island."

"And if he isn't there either? Ugh! He could be on the jungle island for all we know!" she shouts.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. Then I say in a calm voice, "We are never going to find him if you wake up every tribute in the arena!"

Delinia takes a deep breath and let's it out slowly, "Alright, let's search the sides of the island first, then we'll move on to another island."

"Good idea!" I say as I lead the way.

We finally reach the edge of the island and start walking along the side. I am almost tempted to push Delinia over the side because she is acting to antsy. She's going to drive me crazy soon.

Suddenly, I hear a sound ahead. I stop in my tracks and signal for Delinia to do the same.

I crouch low and start to move in on the sound. It's close, and we're getting closer. I cringe as I step on a twig, snapping it.

"Who's there?" a voice asks.

Delinia suddenly stands up and says happily, "Tai! It's us! I'm so glad we've found you!"

She runs over to Tai and hugs him tightly, asking, "What happened to you? I was so worried!"

"Yeah, what happened to you?" I repeat. I look him up and down, "You look dreadful."

He does. He has a purple bruise on his cheek and a bleeding gash on his temple, which is also bruised. His eyes are half-closed and he looks unsteady.

"Yeah, it was Clarice. She's dead now..." he responds.

"I think you need to sit down," Delinia says.

"So what happened exactly?" I question.

"Well, Clarice chased me, until we came to the edge of the island. Then we fought, and I won..." Tai explains.

"Must've been some fight by the looks of it. How did you kill her?"

Tai nods to the ledge, "Pushed her over the side."

"Were you here all night? We were looking for you," Delinia says.

"No, I was working on making my way back to where we split up, actually. I just needed to take a break because I was getting dizzy. Then you guys showed up."

"Do you think you can walk? Or should we wait?"

Tai shakes his head, "No, I can walk."

He grunts as he slowly pulls himself to an unsteady standing position. He quickly collapses back to the ground.

"Sure you can," I say, "I guess we're not going anywhere."

"Where exactly were you even planning on going?" Tai asks.

I shrug, "Anywhere. I would like to keep us moving."

"Well, Tai isn't in the condition to be moving about," Delinia speaks up.

"Dude, I know," I say, "I was just saying..."

Without any further conversation, Delinia puts together a lunch for the three of us, which we eat gratefully.

Jarus Palmer's P.O.V. (D11)

I turn my sword around in my hand impatiently. Iona is watching the Careers intently from higher in the tree. I'm so bored. We haven't done anything this whole time. Yesterday, Jean and Clarice walked by us, but only Jean returned. Still, Iona didn't want to attack them, which is what we had originally planned to do. That's why we're in this tree in the first place. We were going to attack any tributes that passed through. For some reason, Iona didn't want to attack the two tributes yesterday, and now all she wants to do is watch them. Boring. I thought that teaming up with Iona would be fun.

"Are we actually going to go after some tributes soon? I'm tired of no action," I complain.

"Well, I'm tired of your complaining," Iona shoots back, "Just be patient."

I nod. Patient, huh? Haven't I been patient enough already?

"Are you planning something?" I call.

"Sorta," she answers.

I roll my eyes, "That sounds very convincing."

Iona says nothing, but keeps watching the Careers. I wonder if she is planning to attack them. I'm sure we can take them. They only have one more person in their alliance than we do, but we are probably tougher opponents. Iona made most of the kills for the Careers in the first round, after all.

I don't know. Whatever we end up doing, or whoever we end up fighting, I'm positive Iona and I will be the ones on top.

Dean Willow's P.O.V. (D12)

"Try to relax," I say to Kaya.

I was awake all night, trying to get her to go to sleep, but she wouldn't. She said her hand hurt too much. I tore off the sleeve of my jacket to wrap it up, but it isn't very protective. Her hand could easily get infected if it was exposed to anything. I wish we had medical supplies or at least a good bandage.

"I can't," Kaya says quietly, "I can't move my hand."

Nathan's arrow had gone right through the palm of her hand. When I took the arrow out, there was a clear hole in her hand. It's been bleeding almost non-stop. I hope we get a parachute before she loses too much blood.

I doubt we'll get another parachute though. We were lucky enough to get one on the first day.

"You'll be fine," I say, forcing a smile.

"I lost my dagger..."

"It's alright. Don't worry about that right now, Kaya."

"But what if some tributes find us? You only have a blowgun," she points out.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that right now, unless you want me to go to the cornucopia and get you another dagger?"

She shakes her head frantically, "No! Don't leave me!"

"I won't. I would never," I say, "Try to go to sleep now."

I sigh in relief when she finally shuts her eyes.

I lean back against a tree, and think. I would assume that by now, Nathan is awake and getting his payback for shooting Kaya. I shot a dart at him that was coated in Tracker-Jacker venom. It isn't enough to kill him, but it is certainly enough to give him some serious hallucinations and dizziness for awhile. Jason will probably have to kill him if he makes to much noise. He wouldn't want him attracting the other tribute's attention, now would he?

Jason Wolfe's P.O.V. (D12)

"No! No! No!" Nathan screams like a maniac as I try to pin him down.

All of a sudden, I woke up this morning to find that he had gone mad. He keeps screaming the name of some girl named Lisa and shouting 'no'. There is only one explanation. There must've been Tracker-Jacker venom on that dart to make him go nuts like this.

He continues to struggle in my grip as I shake his shoulders, "Nathan, snap out of it! It's not real!"

He shoves me away, but I give him a punch in the face, "Dude! I don't want to do this, but you give me no choice!"

I tear open one of our packs and rummage around for a rope. Finally, I find one in Nathan's pack.

I turn back to Nathan. He is rolling on the ground, with his hands over his ears shouting, "Lisa, stop! Stop! No!"

I grab him by the shoulders again and try to shake him out of it. Maybe it will work this time.

"Nathan! You need to stop!" I shout at him.

His eyes are wide and looking at me, but they have this haunted look in them. It's as if he isn't really looking at me. Like he sees me as someone else.

"No! You can't!" he suddenly screams as he throws a fist at me, but I easily dodge it.

I push him over a make him lay on his stomach while I tie his hands behind his back with the rope. He continues to struggle and shout. I slap his face a few times, but it doesn't seem to do anything.

I drag him over to a tree and use another rope to tie him to it. Now, what to do to get him quiet... I don't want to knock him out. He probably already has a bad enough headache, and I wouldn't want to make it worse. Besides, he will probably knock himself out any moment now, if he keeps bashing his head against the tree like he is.

I go over to the packs and find a blanket. I tear off a part of it and go back to Nathan. I tie it over his mouth. There, that should at least help make him a bit more quiet.

Even when he's all tied up, he continues screaming, struggling with the ropes, and kicking his legs, but I can't hear most of what he's saying anyways.

Finally, after several hours, he starts to calm down. By now, he is breathing heavily and is sweating like you wouldn't believe. But at least he has stopped screaming. For the time being anyways. Every once in awhile he starts up again. I tried to get him to eat, but he acted like I wasn't even there.

I sigh. This is going to be a long day.

Kierra Garten's P.O.V. (D3)

"What are we gonna do now?" I ask.

Blake sighs, "I don't know. I guess all we can do is try to win this."

"I don't want this to end, because I know that means everyone will have to die except one of us. I wish the Games were never created. It's just so barbaric. I mean, what person in their right mind would think of making the Hunger Games?" I rant.

Blake looks nervously around, "Kierra, shh! Stop saying that stuff. If they hear you, the Capitol will kill you."

"I don't care! I want them to hear me!" I shout to the sky, "I want them to know what I think. Besides, what can they do to me? I'm already in the arena,  I'm already a part of their stupid Games, isn't that good enough?!"

Blake grabs my arms, "Yeah, but if you keep it up, they'll make you die a lot sooner and a lot more painfully than most of us."

"Whatever!"

I stomp away and walk deeper into the jungle, "I'm sick of the Games!"