The 150th Annual Hunger Games

Day Three (Morning)

Sabrina Lopez's P.O.V. (D12)

I walk into our camp, proudly holding up a colorful bird I had just killed for breakfast. Nobody says anything. All I hear is snoring. I frown as I look at Wesley, Emma, and Dylan, who are all fast asleep...still!

I sigh loudly, "Alright, wake up!"

Wesley and Emma jolt into sitting positions, immediately reaching for their weapons. Dylan slowly wakes up several moments later, but falls back asleep when he sees it's just me.

"What, Sab?" Wesley asks, concerned, "Is someone here?"

I shake my head, "No...but I have breakfast. I need Emma to cook it though, cause I don't know how to...."

"Well gee, thanks for the polite form of waking us up," Emma mutters as she snatches the bird and a knife and starts skinning the thing.

Wesley gets the fire going again as Emma continues with the bird. I wonder if I should wake Dylan up or not. I decide not to, remembering that he should get some extra sleep after yesterday. He had a close call with that snow storm, and he's lucky Wes and I found him when we did, because he wouldn't be alive now if it weren't for us showing up and saving his butt. He's been sleeping since we brought him back to the cave. He even slept through the whole arena transformation. We're lucky we didn't fall into the water like a lot of the other tributes did. We appeared right where we are now, so we made our campsite here.

I take a seat on a log beside Wesley and start examining a large tropical plant. Emma gets the bird on a spit and places it over the fire Wesley built, then she moves over to Dylan. I watch her wake him up carefully and whisper some stuff to each other. Then they kiss. I scrunch my face in disgust and make a sound of disgust as well. I forgot they were a thing before the Reaping. I mean, they still are I guess.

"I've never really understood love..." I comment, still giving the couple the look.

Wesley chuckles, "Why not?"

"Because it's weird... And I feel like it always turns out bad or something goes wrong so easily. Being in a relationship is such a fragile thing," I say and Wesley shrugs.

"It kinda depends on the kind of person you're dating. You need to know how to act, you know?"

"What do you mean, know how to act? I would only want to be with someone who likes me the way I already act," I say, quickly starting to become uninterested in this conversation.

Wesley laughs, "Okay."

"Well, I guess he's fine," I say as Dylan stands up, looking around in confusion.

I stand up and stretch, "Yeah, you might notice a few minor changes in the arena's theme. The Gamemakers decided to just make one little adjustment and forgot to tell us about it, you know, because they're too busy to even take one minute to explain that the arena will change completely with us still inside."

Dylan blinks, "So, we're in a tropical arena now?"

"Not exactly," Emma says, "Just the island is tropical. But most of the arena is water. The cornucopia is on a small rock island, and then there's just this island."

"I see...so what's the plan for today?"

"I say we stay put, for now," Wesley suggests, "It's a small island, so anyone could stumble across our campsite at some point. We might as well not waste the time searching for them. Let them come to us."