The 3 of us stride into the woods. There are 3 of us left in the Alliance out of 6, 3 remain. The original 6 were Glimmer, Marvel, Clove, me, Sierra and Marino. We picked up a few on the way and lost many. The forest is dark, but it doesn’t affect any of us, after all, Clove and I can see as well as we can in the daylight, and Marvel has a torch light. I’m fairly sure that Marvel was going to object about not getting a pair, but then Clove glared at him and he stopped, mid-word, smart of him.
The hunt was futile; we found no one, not even a sign of anyone. A few hours after sunrise Clove stops, “Ugh!” she exclaims, “This is so annoying! If we hadn’t left the camp than we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
“Well maybe, you should stop being such a girl and quit whining.” Marvel says, we are all tired and irritable; a tribute stumbling across us would be very bad luck for them at the moment.
Clove stares at Marvel, “Excuse me?”
Marvel’s in trouble area now. “I said,” He says, annoyance obvious in his voice, “that you should stop being such a girl and deal with the fact that we have nothing left.”
“Well maybe, if you’d stayed behind and guarded, this wouldn’t have happened!”
“Oh, if I stayed behind and guarded? Why couldn’t you have?”
“Because,” Clove replies snottily. “I’m better than you, our training scores showed that.”
“Really? You think so?” Marvel’s hand tightens on his spear.
“Yeah, I do.” Clove says, raising the knife in her right hand.
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