Melting: Day Three + GG fight

Mel's assumptions seemed to have payed off. The tributes with the raft had no reason to stay on the island. Just in case they were headed in opposite directions Mel had left the island from the north-western tip to avoid crossing their path. Now it seemed she another island all to her self, all to her dried out self.

It had taken quite quite a bit of self control to avoid drinking any of the sea water as she swam over here. As deadly as the water on the last island had looked she would trade it in a second for the parched landscape she pulled herself onto now.

"From deadly to dry, poisonous to parched. Water water everywhere..."

It wasn't really clear to Mel if the fog had settled over her again, or if it was just dehydration.

In her weakend state it took her until the anthem to get passed the shore and into the bleached forest. When the spots that invaded her vision with every step threatened to pull her under she sat down leaning up against a dry fallen log. It was from here she watched the faces fill the sky.

Sul, Autumn, Garrett, Mark, the names still went clearly through her mind despite her disorientation. She had no memory of Sul beyond watching his Reaping and maybe a faint recollection of the bloodbath but that was it. Autumn, the girl who had passed by Mel's island in a raft Mel wasn't exactly surprised to learn that she was gone. Garrett, Mel's district partner, and according to him Pystan's boyfriend. For Pystan's sake she hoped that wasn't true but Mel remembered seeing them together at least once. Mark, he looked nothing like Mel's Mark but now he too was dead.

Mel couldn't help but notice that three of the four dead had some link back to her. It was entirely possible that she was the last one to see Autumn alive and in their brief meeting the possibility of an alliance had been made. Mark didn't really have any connection back to her but the chance fact that he shared a name with her dead brother had meant that she would have sided with him given the choice, and of course her District partner was now gone.

If there was any message in these deaths it was that Mel should avoid any alliances or connections to the other tributes. Like that wasn't what she had been doing already.

She made a smiler sleeping situation as the one last night, using her life vest as a pillow and keeping everything she owned in the arena close by.

When she awoke the next morning Mel knew she was in trouble. The signs of another sinking island had shocked her out of the first inklings of sleep. It had come from the direction Mel was heading in, the neighboring island to her own was still distantly visible so Mel guessed that it might be the one after that. This meant Mel was potentially heading towards a dead end. Worse the dizziness that had just begun the day before clung determinedly to her brain now. By the time she was halfway across the western edge of the island she was crawling.

Desperately needing a rest Mel pulled herself into the measly shade of some of the dry trees nearby and rolled onto her back. She stared up at the sky, it was the same as it had been for the last two days, clear and relentlessly hot.
She gave the sky a smile.

"Come on what fun is it watching a tribute just sit around dieing of dehydration" she said even though technically she was lying down.

As if in answer to her words three shadows appeared above her, directly in her line of vision. Mel had hoped for some help from outside the arena, but as the forms came closer she knew that t that wasn't what these shadows where.

"Birdies" said Mel.

Mel liked birds, they were some of the few forms of wildlife you could find in District Three, and they reminded Mel of herself. More then that they were what Mel wanted to be. Flight would be fun.