When Stark and Coren got out of the cave's back exit, they met up with the other two Careers, who also came up with nothing. They scoured the island throughout the rest of that day, but found no trace of Day Z's or the others' whereabouts. However, they did come across a lone tribute who was taken out by Jacobine with an arrow to the head. Once the sun started to sink under the ocean, they decided to return to their campsite. DÃ©jÃ  vu overcame the Careers when they approached the Cornucopia, seeing that their guard had been killed and their site ransacked again. Less than half of the supplies they initially had remained.<br/><br/>"Shun of a bish," slurred Stark, too exhausted to throw a fit like last time. He just collapsed onto a blanket in the tent and sighed, very disappointed.<span style="font-style: italic">What a waste of time</span>, he thought bitterly.<br/><br/>"Maybe," said the fourth Career, whose name Stark didn't bother to remember, "we should carry our supplies with us when we go out."<br/><br/>"That will just slow us down," murmured Coren as she applied some more ointment to her face. "There's no point to going out if we can't keep up with the other tributes." Dragging the dead Rieve over to the body pile, which had started to smell quite a bit, Jacobine said, "Perhaps we can each bring along a backpack or sack with few, but important items in it, like medical supplies and rations." Coren nodded and replied, "That could work. Forget about guarding, unless anyone has a death wish." She smirked at the Careers staring back in silence.<br/><br/>Jacobine looked over the items left in the tent as Stark rested there. He made effort to keep as far away from Stark as he could muster, knowing how flustered he can get. As he scanned his eyes over the other end, he noticed an piece of paper on the table. Stepping over Stark, Jacobine walked up to the table and picked up the note. After reading it once to himself, he read it aloud, "'Stark, do we really want to let the Capitol win this one? No one else has to die. All we have to do is refuse to play. R.'"<br/><br/>Stark's eyes shot open and he sat up, grabbing the note from Jacobine's hands and reading it himself. The other two Careers came into the tent and looked at the note behind Stark's back.<br/><br/>"Who is 'R'?" asked the fourth tribute.<br/><br/>"I don't know," said Coren, scrutinizing the single letter at the end, "but he must be the one who stole from us." Stark was sickened by this guy's hypocritical nobility. He got to his feet and walked outside with the others following, curious as to what he was going to do. He approached the corpse mound, which was now piled nearly to his height with bodies. The skin of Caucasian bodies was pale and blue while the darker skinned had a darker cool grey tint. Their eyes, mouths, and wounds were now festering with flies and maggots. Some had their limbs sprawled out, some looked as if they were hugging the other, some still had the expression that they had just before dying plastered on their clay faces.<br/><br/>Stark stuffed the note into the mouth of a gaping corpse with her eyes eaten out. He grabbed a jug of translucent red liquid and started pouring it over the carcasses, filling their mouths with it. The strong smell of kerosene stung the Careers' noses as they watched Stark. He raised a single match and pinched it between his thumb and index finger, igniting it with the friction. Once he flicked the lit match onto the pile, orange and yellow fingers climbed out of the bodies and embraced them all in a split second. Stark backed away with the flames reaching even higher than his height. The dark smoke looked bright grey against the black sky. The fire easily consumed the hair and clothing of the corpses like appetizers, but took its time to eat away the skin.<br/><br/>Stark turned away from the burning mass of dead bodies and shouted in a thundering voice, "<span style="font-style: italic">Rye Cievers! You will BURN!</span>" He inhaled and exhaled the air filled with the smell of burning skin. He didn't know if Rye heard him, but he didn't care much if he did or didn't. The smoke covering the sky will tell all that is need to be said.