It had been two days since the earthquake-- two days that Quinn was on her own, trying to get all of her things to dry out. She had stayed on the new beach that had once been part of the grassy valley. She drank enough water that she was sure that she couldn't drink anymore. She got a few hours of restless sleep, and the few hours had made a difference.

The water had killed two tributes, and no other tributes had died since then. The boy from District Five and drowned, and the girl from eleven had apparently drowned too. Quinn couldn't help but feel guilty that she hadn't died, or maybe she was just trying to not get too cocky. Snow wanted her dead, she knew for a fact the mist the first night had been directed towards her-- he had sent her a white rose. If he wanted her dead that bad, the water could have been meant to kill her too-- it did leave her weaponless. All she had was her backpack and what was in it. Her spear was somewhere at the bottom of the giant lake, that made her a sitting duck.

Quinn ran her hand on her jacket, it was still damp. She was glad she at least had the red zip-up hoodie. It hadn't gotten as soaked because of the backpack, so it had dried faster. And on a day like this, she was glad she had it. It was an overcast day-- at least that was what the Game Makers made them all think. It could have been the middle of the night and thundering and lightning out. But regardless of what it actually was, the occasional light rain shower was just enough to put a chill in the air.

Quinn took a deep breath and tugged at the drying jacket and found her mockingjay pin. She quickly undid it, pricking her finger as she did so. She then pinned it on her red jacket. She would have to move today, and she would have to carry her jacket so it would continue to dry. And if she had to run for some reason, she wouldn't bother to bring it with her. But she couldn't leave her pin-- Damiens' pin.

She let out a big sigh and pushed herself up off the ground and grabbed her jacket as she started walking. She had finally found a valley she didn't mind, one that didn't try to kill her in the middle of the night. She didn't want to leave it, but she knew she had to. She couldn't just sit there.

She was walking along the water for maybe an hour, and then she began her march up the ridge that was the waters barriar. It was just as steep as the ones before, but it was a bit more difficult to keep her balance without the spear. But at the same time, it was easier for her to keep her footing, whatever had made her sick before had begun to wear off. Once she made it to the top, she had to climb up a bit higher, and then when she looked to the next valley, instead of another valley, it was more ridges, all of which were different heights and looked dangerous.

At that moment, Quinn felt her heart sink. It was as if the reality of everything hadn't sunk in until then. Right there, in front of her were mountain ridges that she had to find a way over or around. She couldn't do it, how could she? She didn't even want to be there! Maybe if her brother had won the games, if her family had been in Victor's Village all along, she wouldn't be in the position. And if she was, she'd at least have a bit more luck on her side! She'd be a Capitol Favorite for sure if that had happened. But instead, she was just a rebel tribute to all of Panem and Snow hated her for it! If she would have just thrown the spear at a normal target that wasn't labeled then things wouldn't have been different! There were no odds in her favor...

Quinn stared out at the ridges, how was she supposed to do this? She was just starting to get the hang of climbing, she'd fall to her death for sure if she did this on her own.

As she tried to contemplate a way around the ridges, she completely forgot to keep a look out for her surroundings. A sharp pain stabbed into her thigh. Whatever it was, it made her leg give out from beneath her and caused her to fall down the short ridge before slamming into the bottom of another. She cringed in pain as he leg moved, she reached for it and saw that a silver rod like her spear, only smaller was stabbed deep into her leg. The pain was unbearable, and the screams of pain sounded so detached from her that she would have thought it was someone else.

She felt her heart pounding in her chest as the pain radiated in her leg. With the slightest movement, it got worse. She couldn't even make herself attempt to pull it out, she could just stare at it and try not to move her hand.

"This is it," she thought. This had to be the moment that Snow had bee waiting for-- she was dead. Or at least she would be. She hoped the camera's weren't broadcasting it. Maybe there was something better happening somewhere else.

"Wait!"

Quinn looked up quickly, wincing at the sudden movement. Where she had just been standing were three other tributes. One she recognized as Leanne's district partner. And the other two were from District Six-- Max had pointed them out in training, he said for a middle district, they were pretty good.

"It's Four," the boy from two stated. In his hand he had a machete, and in his other, stabbed into the ground was a silver trident.

"Yeah? So?" the girl replied, she had a second arrow aimed right at Quinn. In a way Quinn just wanted her to let it fly already.

The boy from two sighed and turned so his back was to Quinn a bit and faced his allies. Standing between her and the two of them. Quinn couldn't make out what they were saying to each other, or maybe she was just in too much pain. Her jaw was clentched, she just wanted to scream again. She could feel blood oozing out of her leg and she could already feel a few bruises forming because of her fall.

"Here seems like a good spot for camp anyway..." the girl from six muttered as she followed two down the ridge towards Quinn.

Quinn stared up at them, "Yo-you aren't going to kill me?"

Two shook his head as he leaned the trident on the rock she had hit at the bottom. "There's still twelve of us left, numbers are better than skill now." he replied as he crouched down to examine her leg. When he went to touch the arrow, Quinn quickly swatted his hand away. "We could just cut your leg off, you know. Or kill you." he said honestly, looking up at her. He had sandy blonde hair, eletric green eyes, a strong jaw-- it was obvious that he was from Two. He looked more like a career than Max had and that was saying something.

"You don't have to help me." Quinn replied stubbornly.

He raised an eyebrow sharply, "What are you going to do? Pull that thing out yourself? Get up and walk away while bleeding to death?" he asked and then looked around the surroundings. "Do you even have a weapon."

"I lost it in the lake." Quinn said quietly as she tried to push herself up and look as if it wasn't that much of a struggle.

"Calab, we could be searching for other tributes that are actually a threat to us. Let's just off her." the girl said, her bow was still in her tight grip.

"Numbers are better than skill." Two, Calab, repeated looking up at the girl over his shoulder. "You saw the career's, they're a mess. The boy from One, Leanne-- they're the only two left in the pack. They won't try anything if there's four of us." he explained.

"She can't do anything," the girl said.

Calab rolled his eyes and stood up and faced her, "They don't know that. Scout, we can't just attack them. We need to wait till there's less tributes for them to team up with--"

Quinn's eyes drifted from Calab to the girl from six. Scout had black hair that wasn't too long, it was straight and in a loose braid. Her skin was fair, and she had piercing blue eyes. The boy from six, he stayed quiet. But he stepped past his bickering allies and took Calab's place, crouched beside her. He had olive toned skin, dull brown hair, and friendly brown eyes. He gave her a weak smile as he pulled his backpack off and yanked it open. He pulled out the material of a parachute. He then unfolded it, and revealed different medical supplies.

He held up a bottle of clear liquid, and with his other hand he pointed up to the sky. Quinn raised her eyebrow sharply, and looked up at the sky. Was there another parachute? She hadn't heard a whistle. Her eyes scanned the sky just as there was an awful pain in her leg. It was so sudden that she barely made a noise as she quickly reach for her leg. Only to find that the arrow was no longer there and now she was bleeding even more.

"That's Jakobb," Scout said suddenly as she pushed past Calab. "He's mute, can't talk. But he's good at all that first-aid shit."

Quinn looked back at him, she could feel tears brimming. But he wasn't paying attention, he went to work at mending her leg. Each little movement sent a sharp pain all the way up and down her leg. After a moment it was apparant that there was nothing she could do to help with the mending her own leg.

"Your names Quinn, right? Calab asked as he sat down facing the group.

She nodded.

"Arkon told us that you were a career." he replied, "What happen? They backstab you already?"

Quinn shook her head, "The first night...we got trapped in this fog of...of tracker jacker venom or something. Then I left the girl from one before she could kill me."

"Well, you're stuck with us now." he said, smirking a bit. "You couldn't out run us even if you tried."

Quinn scoffed a bit, "I could try." she replied. Then silence fell between them. "Where is Arkon? You were with him?"

"He's dead. The boy from eleven killed him this morning." Scout said blatantly. "That's why we have his trident."

Quinn stared at her. Her stomach dropped. She hadn't been close to Arkon, not at all. But he was from home. The thought that he couldn't go home and she still had a slim chance to go home-- it didn't seem right.