The winner of today’s sponsorship vote is…Jordan Strong of District 1!
Congrats Jordan, you get a free attribute point added to your lowest attribute (Agility).
Another quiet day in the arena for my alliance. Jordan’s curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly after his nightwatch shift. Caris is still up in her tree, doing who knows what. I haven’t spoken to her since she went up there. Granted, I haven’t spoken to her very much since we got into the arena. She’s technically Jordan’s ally, not mine.
I stare out at the imposing jungle trees, peering into the darkness occasionally broken up by columns of light shining down from patches in the canopy. Eventually someone will find us here. Probably the two from District 4, if they’re still working together. It really does feel like we’re waiting to die now.
I came in the arena expecting to have a shot at making it far, and maybe even winning. Now I’m half-blind, and even though my vision’s recovering, it’s still not completely back yet.
Someone will definitely find us. Hopefully Jordan and Caris can take care of them when that happens.
A rustling noise in Caris’s tree draws my eyes up. Maybe she’s finally decided to come down.
I sense something else in the tree with me, and quickly whirl around on the thick branch that I’ve been resting on. I barely have time to look up and see a spiked eight-legged creature poised against the tree’s trunk before it sprays something into my eyes. The burning sensation starts almost immediately, and I throw my hands up to my face, only to have them start burning as well as soon as they touch my eyes. Screaming, I lose my balance and fall off my branch, crashing through several more before finally slamming to the ground.
Writhing in pain, I feel something heavy land on my chest and start crawling towards my face.
The tortured screams of a nearby tribute stop Maureen and me dead in our tracks. I squeeze the handle of my small hand axe and shoot a grin at Maureen.
I’m off running towards the screams before she can respond, crashing through vines and branches, eager to get my first kill. Maybe even two if I can catch the attacking tribute off guard.
When I finally reach the source of the screams, there’s only one tribute though: my would-be ally Nate, helplessly fending off a dog-sized spider-like creature which has ripped out several chunks of Nate’s body with its fangs.
I start to back away slowly out of pure vigilance, but the spider notices me and leaps towards me, brandishing its fangs.
I break into the clearing next to the river just in time to watch Taylor get tackled to the ground by the creature that slams into her chest. Reacting quickly, I rush over and weakly kick the thing off of her. I don’t even get a chance to help Taylor up before it’s back on its feet and almost sprinting at us, reared up on its back legs and spraying thin lines of silk at us. I move to kick it again, but one of the silk lines brushes across my leg and suddenly it’s like it’s on fire. Screaming, I still manage to land a solid kick, sending it flying in an arch until it slams into a tree trunk. I collapse to the ground gripping my leg in agony as the spider hisses and then charges at me once again, baring red-tipped fangs.
Taylor grunts behind me, and then her axe flies over my head and slices the spider right down the middle. Whimpering, I look down at my leg and see that the line of silk has burned right through my pants and into my skin (Attribute Point Lost).
“Don’t move, don’t move,” says Taylor in a hushed voice. “And don’t scream either.”
She rips two pieces of tree bark off of a nearby tree and uses them to pinch the line of silk, lifting the corrosive strand out of my leg before quickly tossing the bark aside.
“Can you walk?” she asks, reaching out her hand and pulling me up.
I look at the deep gouges in her chest where the spider bit her (Attribute Point Lost) as I take a few cautious steps.
Taylor goes to retrieve her axe, and I turn my head to look over at Nate just as his cannon fires. His leg is clearly broken from a fall, and strands of spider silk have wrapped around his face and burned their way into his skull. There was nothing we could have done to save him.
Nate’s backpack hangs from a broken tree branch; I grab it and limp over to Taylor, who’s looking at her wounds with tightly pressed lips.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
We stumble back towards camp, hoping to not run into any more spiders. Judging by the two cannons that fire before we even make it halfway there, the others in the arena aren’t so lucky either.
Matt and I race through the jungle, panting as the three spiders that attacked our latest campsite give chase behind us. Strands of silk shoot over our heads and on either side of us, but we manage to dodge them as best as we can. In our haste to escape, we left our weapons behind. There’s nothing we can do but run, and try to ignore the burning sensation when a silk string makes contact with bare skin (Attribute Point Lost).
When Matt starts to fall behind, I keep running.
When a strand of silk lassos around Matt’s leg and sends him tumbling to the ground, I keep running.
I hear when the spiders finally reach him, when his pained cries for help quickly turn to wordless screaming. The sound fades as I continue to run, crashing through the undergrowth until his cannon finally fires.
And then I am alone.
I’m startled awake as Caris suddenly screams and falls from her perch in the tree, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. Edwin and I are on our feet in an instant, rushing to Caris’s side when a large spider suddenly drops from the tree and lands right on top of her. Another spider descends from the branches on a self-constructed strand of silk as the first spider launches a flurry of silk strings at Edwin and me. Thinking quickly, I roll to the side and reach for my shield, feeling a strand of silk shave off part of the skin on my forearm (Attribute Point Lost). Edwin’s screams suddenly drown out Caris’s, and I turn to see him clawing madly at the silk that’s wrapped around his hands and fingers.
I rush over to Edwin and, thinking quickly, grab a bottle of water and dump it over his hands. The silk disintegrates almost immediately, leaving behind numerous cuts and lacerations all over Edwin’s hands (Attribute Point Lost).
The spiders have turned their attention back to Caris, who is no longer screaming.
I make a decision almost immediately, grabbing what supplies I can and throwing a backpack over Edwin’s shoulders.
“Run! Don’t stop!”
We rush wordlessly through the woods. It feels like an hour has passed before her cannon finally, mercifully, fires.
A third cannon fires as my alliance continues to assess their injuries. The spider that attacked our camp was killed rather quickly, but not before biting Eileen (Attribute Point Lost) and burning Kylie’s cheek with its silk (Attribute Point Lost).
The three uninjured ladies tend to the wounded while I carry the spider’s corpse away from camp, skewered on the end of Eileen’s spear. The thing is horrible to look at, spiked and dripping black blood from in-between its eight beady eyes where Kylie managed to shoot it with her bow.
No deaths today, for us. We’ll take what we can get.
Strongest Tribute: Luke Vander Ploeg (D4 M)
Most Agile Tribute: Jess Edelblut (D12 F)
Most Cunning Tribute: Carmeanna Eberly (D2 F)
Most Charming Tribute: Taylor Lindell (D4 F)
Strongest Overall Tribute: Taylor Lindell (D4 F)
Alliances and attribute scores have been altered due to today’s events. Please note the changes on their respective pages.
The benchmark for Day Eight has been posted on the home page!