Nathan Brooke's P.O.V. (D9)

"Hurry up! We're almost there," I call to my allies.

Dean is really holding us back. I told Blake to help him out, but it's still a lot of effort for him with his leg.

Finally, I reach the forest. I look around for any possible houses for us to stay in, but I noticed that the closer we got to the trees, the thinner the rubble and buildings became. Where we are right now, there are only a few pieces of concrete lying around.

"Let's go in the forest. There aren't any houses to stay in," I announce before I take a step into the dense tree line.

"I'm sure there are a lot of animals in here for us to hunt," Vance comments.

"Yeah. That could be a bad thing though. It could draw other tributes in here if they're hunting."

We head deeper into the trees until we find a small stream, where we stop and make our camp.

"Fill the water bottles," I order Vance, then I turn to Blake, "Find some fire wood, would you?"

Dean settles himself down against a thick tree. I come over and start to open the bandages. When I remove them, I notice that the wound is starting to show signs of infection.

"Dean, did you take the bandage off your leg at all?" I asked as I open my pack.

He nods, "Last night. It felt loose, so I took it off and got a fresh one."

I sigh as I cover his leg in disinfectant cream, "You might have exposed it long enough for it to get infected."

"What?"

"It's starting to look infected, but at least I caught it before the infection spread too far. We can keep treating it with this medicine, but please don't take the bandage off again."

He nods. I stand up and start to build a fire from the wood Blake found. He also managed to catch a rabbit while he was looking, so I start to cook it over the fire.

I feel like it should be safe to have a fire right now. It's the afternoon, and I'm sure no other tributes are in these woods with us. If anyone does turn up, we should be alright though.  All of us have weapons, so what is there to worry about?

"Hey, Nathan," Blake calls from across the campsite, "Vance and I are gonna go look around the area."

I nod, "Alright. Don't be too long."

"Come on!" Vance says as he and Blake run off with their weapons.

I sit back against a half-rotten tree stump. The sky is starting to turn darker and the death toll will start soon. Maybe Vance and Blake will see it. The thick trees block out the sky from where Dean and I are.

Dean and I review how many people are left in the arena. Kiel Raxer, Bryce Landon, Oliver Dange, Anthony Wight and Jackson Toures died yesterday. Earlier today, there was a canon. So that makes a total of six deaths so far. That means six more tributes have to die before the Games are over, and we make it to the final round. So we are only half way through the Games.

I sigh, "I wonder who the last six will be."

"I'll probably be one of them," Dean says quietly. I look at him.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because with this leg, I'm pretty vulnerable. I'm an easy kill waiting to happen," he replies.

"You'll be fine," I reassure, "You're in a good alliance and you have a long-ranged weapon. Well, sorta long-ranged."

Dean picks up his blowgun, "Well, it's a good thing I got this. It's the only thing I know how to use."

"Don't worry, the Games will be over soon. Then we can move on to the final round."

"Right," Dean says, "Can't wait."

Luke Wiley's P.O.V. (D11)

I sling my pack over my shoulder and hurry out the door, after James.

A few moments ago, he came rushing in the house with a deep cut in his leg, gasping that Jason needs help and to bring the first-aid kit.

They were supposed to be hunting, but they ran into trouble.

I follow James cautiously through the streets as we return to Jason. Suddenly, Jason appears out of nowhere and jumps onto my back. We both fall over, but he soon realizes it's me and gets off me.

I look him up and down. He looks perfectly fine, so why did he need the first-aid kit?

"Hurry, he's lost a lot of blood," Jason says, pulling me over to a small shelter he built.

Inside, was Brad Barlin, from District Four. He has a dagger sticking out of his shoulder, and his shirt is covered in blood. His eyes are closed.

"What happened?" I ask as I pull open my pack.

"We were fighting, and he accidentally stabbed himself," Jason explains.

"Yeah, and why are we helping him if he was attacking you?"

"He didn't attack us, we attacked him and Conner. We thought they were going to get their allies and find us, but Brad told me that his allies are all dead. I thought he could join our alliance."

I look around, "Where's Conner?"

James looks at the ground, "I killed him."

I sigh and turn back to Brad, "I'll do what I can, but I don't know if he'll make it much further. He's taken a lot of blood loss. How long has he been unconscious?"

"Maybe half an hour," Jason replies, "He passed out a little while after James left."

I pull Brad's blood-drenched shirt off and pour water around the dagger. The blood washes away, but more starts to come out. I open the first-aid kit and find a bandage.

I shake my head, "I don't have any disinfectant ointment. I hope the wound is clean enough."

I put my hand around the handle of the dagger and pull. I pour more water over the open hole in Brad's shoulder and start to wrap it up with the bandage. Finally, I take Brad's shirt, and turn it into a sling.

I don't have a lot of knowledge about medicine or healing, but I guess it'll have to do.

I look at Jason and James, who look relieved, "Can you guys help me carry him back to camp?"

When they nod, we pull Brad out of the hiding place, and lift him into our arms.

Mason Pait's P.O.V. (D7)

"Come on, guys, we can't stay at the cornucopia forever," Jarus complains, "We should go hunting for tributes. I want to get out of here and move on to the next arena."

"Go on, then," Don says, "I'm staying here. Those 'Careers' are out there somewhere. I'm not letting them take over the cornucopia."

"Fine," Jarus turns to me, "You coming?"

I look at Don, then back at Jarus, "Yeah, I'll come. Don, make sure nobody takes anything."

He waves a hand at us, "Don't worry, nobody's getting in that horn. Make sure you make some kills. Try to be back before the death toll."

Jarus grabs his double swords and gestures for me to follow. I hook two throwing axes to my belt and grab another regular axe. Then I follow Jarus through the muddy water. He looks so eager to make some kills.

"I wonder who we'll find first," he says.

"Hopefully not Damon and his gang. I'm not in the mood to fight them again."

When we reach the streets, we pick a random direction and start walking. This is the first time I've seen the rest of the arena. I've been stuck at the cornucopia since the Bloodbath. The whole arena is mostly broken down houses. Some buildings remain entirely intact, whereas others are completely reduced to pebbles and splinters. Large puddles are also everywhere. Most of them are over a foot deep. Hopefully the next arena isn't so dumpy.

After a while, we start to notice voices nearby. We halt in our steps to listen better. It sounds like the voices belong to Luke Wiley, Chance Brenner, and some other people.

Jarus and I get our weapons ready as we creep closer to the house the voices are coming from. I peer through the window. Sure enough, Luke, Chance, Jason, James and Jimmy are in there. Someone else is laying in the corner, but whoever it is, they're sleeping and their shoulder is covered in bandages.

I turn back to Jarus. He gives me a nod before he rushes over to the door and kicks it open. It crashes onto the floor as he bursts into the room of startled tributes.

They all rush for their weapons and face him. I enter the house behind Jarus.

Without a word, everyone charges forward to attack. Jarus goes for Luke and Jason, while Chance and Jimmy go after me. James stands at the back of the room, guarding the person on the ground.

I jump to the side as one of Jimmy's throwing knives whizzes past me. Chance swings his dagger at me, but also misses. I whip my axe at his neck, and he takes a step back. Then I turn to Jimmy and kick him against the wall. The boards crack when he hits them. Chance slices his dagger at me again, and cuts a hole in my jacket. I grab his arm and punch him in the gut with my free hand. He falls down and I give him a few kicks in the side before Jimmy jumps on my back. I fall back with him still on me. We both hit the ground and roll around.

He takes one of my throwing axes from my belt and brings it down on me. I move my head out of the way just in time. I look to my left, where the axe has landed, right where my head was a second ago.

I get to my knees as Jimmy tries to pull the axe out of the floor. I push Jimmy against the wall again. Then I pull the axe from the ground and throw it at him. It lands in between his eyes. His body slumps to the ground as the canon goes off.

BOOM!

Everyone in the room stops what they're doing to look at Jimmy and I.

Chance is the first to react. He throws himself at me full force. We tumble back onto the ground. Everyone else continues fighting.

With Chance holding me on the ground, I pull my last axe from my belt. He sees it and try's to take it. Both of us have a hand on the axe, trying to pull it from the others hand. Finally, I hit him in the face with my fist, knocking him over. He releases the handle of the axe.

Without a second thought, I raise the axe over my head, and plunge it into Chance's chest. A moment later, his head rolls to the side and he goes limp.

BOOM!

I stand up with my axe. I retrieve my other one from Jimmy's skull and call to Jarus, "Let's go! We've done enough here."

Jarus looks at me, then down at the two tributes I just killed. He nods and dashes out the door. I follow him out, leaving Luke, Jason and James to take in what had just happened to their allies.

As we run back to the cornucopia, I notice Jarus's hand holding his upper left arm. Blood is seeping through his fingers.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods his head, "Don't worry about it. It's just a scratch."

I look up at the dark sky. The Capitol citizens are probably cheering for me because of what I had just done. I can't stand it, but if I want to make it out of this alive, I'll have to kill anyone who gets in my way.