That night, I sit under a tree, waiting for the anthem to blast.

Finally it happens. I count on my fingers.

JD.

District 6 boy.

Both from 8.

Both from 11.

After the anthem ends, I calculate.

It's just me, Ash, Max, Thorn, D10 female, and the District 9 male.

I guess there was a big fight or something cause so many died tonight.

I tuck all my supplies under my arm and only then realize how hungry and thirsty I was. I didn't drink water all day.

I couldn't risk making a fire to roast a potato right now, it was dark and someone would come out for me.

So I hope and pray for something to satisfy my empty stomach and dry tongue and fall asleep on a clump of leaves.

I just hope the games end soon. I really do.