"Cool. My name is Chirun by the way."
"Eleven. I fight because I have no life basically. Its already over. Might as well die here."
Avila breathed a sigh of relief realizing that the two men hadn't noticed her. She grabbed hols of her trident and continued to silently stalk the two tributes, darting from tree to tree.
"Ouch... I am sorry."
Owen "For me being almost dead?" He sits down for a bit "I gotta take a break. My joints are getting worse."
He sat down too. "I am Trench, by the way."
"Trench? What kind of darn parent names there kid that?"
"Is more like a nickname."
"Oh. Makes sense." He shrugs "Got any snacks?"
"Sorry... I couldn't get any backpack..."
Owen shrugs "Meh. We can always see if we can find anyone."
"Have you killed somebody?"
Right then a giant screen appeared on the night sky, and twelve dead tributes appeared on it, with their names and their districts. "Wow! Twelve deaths in one day?"-Trench
"Hey! I killed that guy!"-Chirun
"During my lifespan or what?"
"No. Just today."
He jokes "You could've been one of them then."
“Mhm. Now where’s the person we’re hunting?”
"No idea. It is kinda dark. Let's hunt her tomorrow."
Eric shrugs, and heads back to Cornucopia.