(LOL, sorry about Walaghai, I just didn't know what to do with him...oops..)
Tabatha stays outside. She picks up a piece of oak wood and begins to carve it. She looks around to see if there is anyone around. She cannot see anyone so she sits back down and pulls her knees up to her chest. She would never admit it, especially to Zayden or Charleigh, but the Hunger Games was scaring her. In a few days anyone could be dead. She has an image of Zayden lying dead on the floor. Then Charleigh and the boy from district eight. Then herself... She pushes the image out of her head and watches as the morning light peaks over the treetops. The days were getting shorter. She wanted to get this darn thing over with, to be either dead or happy and safe quickly, it wasn't the thought of dying that made her scared, it was the suspense of waiting for that decision to be made. She looks at the makeshift shelter and gets up, clutching her knife so hard that she could feel the wooden handle against her bone.
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She creeps along the forest floor carefully. A pain shoots up her right hand and she notices that she has been holding the blade of the knife rather than the handle. She tears a strip of material from her t-shirt and wraps it around the open wound. It quickly has a scarlet flower of blood staining it and she sighs. A snap sound behind her and she whirls around. she draws her knife and kills off the tribute behind her. She takes his pack and weapon and climbs the nearest tree quickly. She clings to it as the realisation that the dead tribute could have been her sinks in. She stares wide-eyed at the body of the dead tributes with shock.