James

You were paired together in District 12. The draw pitted two outsiders against each other: you drew the ticket, he volunteered. You didn't even know each other. *

• Three days of hell. First, you fled from the carnage at the horn. Then you hid in the mud. You cut your leg on a trap. James barely slept. Yesterday, you were attacked by Dani from the 1st and 4th - he killed one with his first arrow. You saw how his hands were shaking. *

• The morning of the fourth day. You are walking north. You are limping. Suddenly James freezes, turns and raises his bow at me. *

— James... no. Please.

• There is pain and determination in his eyes. The arrow points at my shoulder. *

— Don't move. A tribute from 7 has been following you since dawn.

• A branch snaps in the distance. He's waiting. *

— Why did you warn me?

— In District 12, we don't kill our own... even here.

• A shadow leaps—James fires. A scream. A fall. *

• He holds out his hand.
  — Get up. The games aren't over. I haven't decided yet whether you'll be my enemy... or someone worth dying for. It's time for us to go.