I can still hear them arguing in the distance. They didn't see me when they walked right by the tree I was hiding behind, but I know they're looking for me. I was really scared they would notice me, especially since I couldn't get too close to the tree to hide. At least, they don't know I have a trident to defend myself or that I killed someone already. The Careers still seem to think that I'm just a defenceless unlucky fourteen-year-old whose results were biased. They also seem to have a lot of trust in themselves and their capacities; they are certain that they will win and the idea that the victor may not be one of them hasn't crossed their minds. I still don't understand how they can trust each other, how they can sleep knowing that the others are eager to end their life for a possible chance of winning. That makes no sense and the fact that they are still hunting together is unbelievable. I'm glad I didn't make them my allies; I may not have spent that much time with the others, but I'm proud to say I made the right choice. Maybe the situation would have been different if they all made it through until now, but it's not the case and I get to remember them as allies, as people who helped me survive and gave me a chance to go back home. It's crazy to think that a week and half ago, we were all in our Districts, with our families and that under different circumstances, we never would've met. I'm pretty sure I could've become friends with anyone that was thrown here with me; anyone except the Careers of course. They are not like us, they're too different; they're thirsty for blood. Deep down, I know this is the exact reason killing them doesn't seem as difficult as killing anyone else, even though the act in itself still feels inhumane. They don't deserve anyone's pity. Maybe they didn't choose to be in here, but it was clear from the beginning that they were enjoying the experience and were here for a good time. I may be a monster, but I will never be like them.

I'm walking behind the pack, close enough for them to never get out of mysight, but far enough so that they don't see or hear me. I know where they'regoing so there isn't really a point in following them, but it makes me feelsafer since I know exactly where they are at all times. We reach the Cornucopiaas the arena becomes darker and colder; the night is close. Soon enough, I haveno choice but to put my combination back on, and even with that, I'm shivering.It has already been four days since we were thrown into the arena and every day,the heat is becoming more and more intense during the day while the nights arebecoming more and more freezing. It must be another one of the Capitol's tricksto ensure some action. The heat of the days is making us thirsty, forcing us tostay close to the Cornucopia and the cold of the night is forcing us to light a fire while beingclose to the remaining tributes, making it easier for others to find us. Iwonder what would happen if the Games went on for a few weeks. How hot or howcold can the arena become? Of course, I won't get to know it, no one will. Nomatter what happens, I'm pretty sure it's going to be over in two days, maybeless. There are only six tributes still standing after all. I think that thehardest part will be to get rid of the girl from District two,Ayana Lorelcove. Her weird hate for me seems to be growing every day. Idon't know why she despises me so much; we've never even talked.Could she consider me a threat? I highly doubt it; I never showed what I wascapable of doing with a trident in front of her and judging by the lastconversation of theirs I heard, she obviously believes that the results for thepersonal evaluation were rigged. I try to remember every time we havebeen face to face, but I can't find a single moment where I could've insultedher in any way. Then, it suddenly hits me. When we first entered the arena, Ihad to fight against her District partner and he did not make it. Of course,I'm not the one who killed him; Cedar did in order to save me. She probablythinks that I'm at fault for his death. If another tribute had killed Vivianaright before my eyes, I'd be angry too. I'd do anything to avenge her, probablykilling any ally they had left. It makes more sense now. Coming from a CareerDistrict myself, I know how the future tributes are raised together as a team.I have never stepped foot inside of the training center nor did Iever came close to being a Career tribute, but I know what losing apartner so violently and suddenly feels like; after all, I've lost all of mine.I didn't know my allies for as long as she knew hers, but we were still asclose to being a team as we could in such a situation. In a way I miss themjust like Ayana must miss the boy from her district even though she'll probablynever admit it. Now that I think about it, they seemed pretty close during thetraining, unlike the two tributes from District One who don't seem to stoparguing. I've always considered the Careers to be heartless people that onlycared about winning and to now think that they also have people they love andpeople they care about seems wrong. She is definitely going to be harder to getrid of. Hate, rage and the need for vengeance make someone stronger, and rightnow, this is exactly what I do not need. I know that this fire will be burninginside of her until she finally ends me. My only option is to kill her beforeshe even realizes that I'm there. Doing this during the night would be far toodangerous; I need to find a way to separate them, I need a plan.