Dally's POV:

When I wake up there is a sharp pain in my arm and a huge throbbing in my head. It takes me a few minutes to remember what's going on. The last thing I remember is a sharp pain entering my arm and then dizziness, blood, nothing. I think it had been about ten in the morning, but now, the sun was starting to set. I try to move but pain shoots through my arm and I gasp. I look down and realize that my arm has been bandaged and there is no blood. the entire lower right section of my face is raw and numb. With my good arm, I touch my face. There is apparently some sort of design or something on my cheek and I guess an arrow or something had cut the side of my head. I look around for the supplies, but they were nowhere to be seen. Wait. This isnt the spot where I got shot. im laying on the ground next to a campfire. On the other side of witch Glade was laying, trying to wake up. She has a weird design carved into her cheek, a long wound across her forehead, and one on her ankle. She slowly drags herself over to me. "i don't know what's going on either." she says, "but they made you better." She gestured to my hurt arm.

"What happened anyway?" I ask.

"We were ambushed by a bunch of careers."

"Oh." I rub my head. Wow. These careers are making the socs seem weak. 

"Oh good! You're awake!" I turn to where the voice came from. There was a smiling boy approaching us. He had a duffle bag and bow and quiver full of arrows. He had black hair and black eyes. He looked oddly familiar. he was the boy tribute from district 11, Hector. His sister won the Games last year, so that's probably why he looks familiar. 

He sits down next to us, checks my arm, and starts handing us stuff. Had tied my jacket around my arm like a sling. The soreness is starting to dull a little bit. Glade looks surprised. 

The anthem started playing and the dead tributes flashed in the air; the girl from district 10, the girls from districts 1 and 2, and the boy from 2. 

"I killed the ones from 1 and 2." Says Hector. "They almost killed ya and I could use ya. Luckily I was watching from the trees. They stole your stuff, but I gave ya some of mine."

I looked at his smiling face. I wasn't sure about our new ally.

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There ya go!  

Sorry.

I had Riordan Syndrome yesterday.

Love ya!

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