I grab the arrow and hold it in my hand. This is mine. I grab my knife and throw the arrow down. I take my pack down the tree as I jump to the ground. I'm about to throw the knife, until I realise who's face I'm met with.
"Jax! How did you find me?" I asked.
"I followed you from that old area. I wanted to give you this. It's heavy!" She giggles, dropping the bow and arrows to the floor. She turns around as if to run.
"Wait! Allies?" I ask, holding out my hand to shake.
"Allies," she agrees and shakes.
"We've got to be quiet-"
"Because when you killed Carter his allies found his dead body before the hovercraft took him and said they'll find you."
"How did you know?"
"I spied..." She blushes bright red.
I laugh and smile.
"We should get ready for the night. I have a sleeping bag we can share," I say, and help her up a tree. I put our packs at the bottom of the sleeping bag, and we both wriggle in. Jax puts her body in whilst I finish securing it with my belt.
The sky turns dark, and the anthem of Panem plays. There were no deaths today.
"Tributes! If you have an ally and you make it to the final two, you can be the victors! So don't turn on each other! Thank you." Claudius Templesmith's voice booms around the arena.
"We can win," I whisper to Jax. She nods and she lays her head on my chest. I smile and hug her, just like I did with Pearl when she did that to me.
"Goodnight..." She whispers.
"Goodnight." I reply.
Everything screams in my dreams tonight. Kiar. Neddie. Carter's soul. My mother. Pearl. Jax. Me dying a painful death..
I wake up shivering, with Jax in the same position as last night. I gently shake her awake, with her brown eyes opening quickly.
"Come on. You thirsty?" I ask. She nods, as her curly black hair bobbing as she does. We unzip the sleeping bag and take out our packs. Jax rolls up the bag and stuffs it in my pack.
"How did you find water?" She asks.
"I found a lake. Here." I say, passing her my bottle. She takes small sips, obviously not wanting to devour it.
"I can always get more," I reassure her, so she gulps the lot. I stand up and walk for ten minutes and find the lake again. I fill up my bottle and Jax's as she had her own as well. I walk back to our camp to see Jax nibbling on her own pack of crackers.
"I've got some rabbit." I say, and pass her the remains. It's still warm, but not as warm as before.
"Thank you Cyanna." Jax says.
"Your welcome. Now come on. We should move further away," I say and she agrees, her eyes lighting up. Here she is the opposite of Pearl, ready for an adventure. I help her up and we take our packs, walking off deeper into the large plain that lays I front of us.