Eric Polt's P.O.V. (D5)

I settle myself into a tall willow tree. The death toll should start any minute now. I'm sure I heard three canons today. There could have been more though. Hopefully there were.

I think I've done pretty good so far. I mean, I've made one kill, I have a weapon and pack, and I have no allies. Not bad.

Just then, the sky bursts into light with the Capitol seal accompanied by the anthem. Then the faces of the dead tributes appear.

The first is Conner Polister from District Seven.

I didn't think he would make it very far. I think the rest of his alliance died already, besides Brad, that is.

The next face belongs to Jimmy Jenkin, from District Eight.

I think he was in Luke's alliance. I wonder who killed him. Probably those stupid Careers.

The last face to light up the sky is Chance Brenner's, from District Six.

I raise my eyebrows. He was also from Luke's alliance. I guess the Careers had fun tonight. Or whoever it was who killed them.

The sky goes black again and I lean back against the trunk of the willow tree.

"Four more deaths until it's over. Then I have to conquer the next arena."