The arena was an unforgiving place, everyone knew it, but very few would actually experience it. You were one of the unfortunates that had been chosen and your whole journey to his moment had been surreal.

You had hoped that most of the tougher opponents would be dealt with first, but it wasn't the case. The first couple of days had been peppered with canon fire and as you looked up to the sky you realised just how dire the situation was with photo after photo of weaker tributes.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you nervously trekked across the arena in search of any food that wasn't deadly. The last proper meal you had eaten was days ago. Stopping for a moment in a clearing, you sank to your knees and felt the world spinning around you. You didn't know how much longer you would last, but it wouldn't be long. Thoughts of home flooded your mind, your family watching on as you slowly starved to death. Shame filled you, you didn't want to let them down, you didn't want it to end like this.

A rustle in the bushes behind you alerted you to someone else's presence. Slow footsteps trailed towards you and you assumed it was one of the Careers ready to finish you off. When no killing strike fell, your head raised to see the girl from the mining District standing over you.

Maysilee had caused trouble ever since leaving her District. Her sass and confidence earning her both respect and scorn from the other tributes. Her blonde hair was tied back, her soft features covered in mud and dust, in her blue eyes she looked at you with pity.

The last thing you expected as she reached into her backpack was for her to offer food to you. Yet as you focused on her outstretched hand you saw the chunk of bread extended for you to take.

"You look like you need it. You're looking awful."

Her tone was as sarcastic and snobby as you remembered it, but you could hear a slight hint of concern and affection. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.