Maysilee Donner had just died a few days ago, and Haymitch had watched it happen. They both had just ended their alliance, but he didn't think she'd die right after. He hid under a tree that had good coverage, not being in the mindset to fight right now. There were three tributes left, including a female Career from District One. He didn't know who the other one was, but he didn't want to know. He hoped they'd just finish each other off.

Haymitch was on the brink of sleep when he heard something. Leaves crunching, footsteps that sounded too close to himself for his liking. He bolted up, grabbing his knife quickly and preparing to fight if he had to. He didn't want to, but he would if it meant surviving.