Day Z hurried into the dressing room to find Janiel laying across the bed next to the uniform.<br/>"The big, big, big, big day is here. Let's get you up and dressesd."<br/><br/>Shaking the girl produced no response except to roll her over. Eyes fixed and sightless stared into eternity in the slack face and Day Z realized the girl was dead. She swallowed hard. How foolish she had been to agree to Janiel's request. If she went to the authority, they would go back to  District 7 to choose another girl tribute.<br/><br/>Automatically, as if she were one of the robots used in the Capitol, Day Z took her clothes off and neatly folded them. She stepped into the uniform with all the neat little pockets. Zipping it closed, Day Z  pulled on the jacket, the face mask. Stepping into the elevator, she jumped at the voice from the intercom.<br/><br/>"Day Z? Is District 7 ready to go?"<br/><br/>Swaallowing hard, she answered.<br/>"Yes, all ready."<br/><br/>Her eyes glazed over and she knotted her fingers, trying in vain to quell the trembling. A whirr and the elevator shaft ascended.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Rye watched as Janiel rose into view. The signal sounded and he ran parrallel to the Cornucopia, grabbed a backpack and was headed for the trees when he noticed that the slight girl just stood, swaying. An explosion to the right of her tossed debris in her face but she just stood as if glued in place. He watched the blood bath coming closer to her.<br/><br/>"Damn," he cursed under his breath. Using the backpack as a shield, he deflected a knife and a throwing star, both of which stuck in his pack. Rye muscled to Janiel. tossed her over his shoulder and raced for the cover of the trees.