Day Z had managed to get her brain wrapped around the impact of the Hunger Games and the reality that she was no longer  spectator. Eden needed her and she was just useless, laying hidden in the bushes. She wasn't a fighter, she was an organizer, a person who could use the tools at hand to help others realize their fullest potential. What good did that do here? she thought bitterly.<br/><br/>She looked at the jar of cream and the thermoses and wondered what was in them. Opening one, she sniffed and noticed a familiar pungent scent, and the dust of some herbs floated out. Shaking her head, Day Z opened the other one and the toxic smell burned her eyes. Now this was a more familiar smell. The stylists often used an acidic base to the waxes that removed hair. This was some sort of acid. A fly buzzed around, drawn by the pungent herbs. When it touched the rim of the thermos, it sizzled as it turned to ash. Carefully, Day Z dropped a bead of the silver liquid on the ground, only to have the earth dissolve in a crevice at her feet.<br/><br/>Slowly, she set the container well back in the brush and crawled to the edge, looking out. Commotion from the direction that Eden had run caught her attention. Several of loose branches were scattered on the ground. Day Z thought back to a practical joke the girls had played on Effie and she realized that the rug covering the small pool would act in the same way.<br/><br/>Day Z fetched the thermos and carefully crawled out of the bushes, She crept up to the narrow spot in the path and poured just tiny streams of the acid across the ground. The Earth opened up as if gasping for breath. When she was satisified that the trench would have its desired effect, she gathered the branches and arranged them over the crevice, making the path look innocent. She crouched in some brush just ahead of the trap.<br/><br/>Eden was just a bit ahead of a group of angry tributes and Day Z gestured for him to follow her, stopping him from falling in. They managed to escape into the ferns that grew along the path. The group wasn't far behind and just like Effie had that day, they fell into the trap. Screams and shouts of, "I'm burning!" came from the trench.<br/><br/>Day Z whispered.<br/>"We have to get back to the field so we can meet up with Rye. The trap probably didn't kill anyone but it will slow them up for a while."