<span style="font-style: italic">Run. Run. Don't stop. Run away. Keep going. Get away. </span><br/>Those thoughts were all that ran through Eden's mind as his body ran through the forest. He glanced back constantly, always expecting a pursuing tribute to be right there. He didn't get far when during one of his many looks behind, he felt a blow to the side of his head. The strike sent him tumbling to the ground, blinded and dazed. Before he could recover from the shock, the harsh and unforgiving blows came upon him once again. Eden used his rolling technique again then shuffled away in a crawl before he was able to get to his feet.<br/><br/>He faced his opponents: two male tributes with clubs. Before he could raise his spear, they came at him, swinging their weapons ruthlessly. Eden recoiled and held up his spear to counter their hits. He was taken aback by one of their brash comments not only because the tribute remembered his name but noticed that he was getting acquainted with the others. Evidently, that one took a personal interest into his enemies.<br/><br/>One of them gasped when he was hit with a throwing star. The tributes and Eden turned to see an approaching District 7 tribute. Looking back at his enemies, he timidly thrusted and swung his spear at them, wanting to intimidate them more than to attack them. They backed off, perhaps threatened by the fact it was an even fight. The other scoffed and muttered, "C'mon, let's go. They'll be dead by tonight." As they ran off to hunt down another helpless person, Eden turned to his advocate with a sheepish smile. He took his hand in agreement and gasped, "Yeah." He coughed and added, "Allies." Much of his apprehension was assuaged knowing that he had someone on his side.<span style="font-style: italic">Someone who knows how to fight</span>, he thought as he calmed his breathing.<br/><br/>Eden walked over to where he fell and grabbed his toolbox again. He looked back at the tribute and said, "I'm Eden. Thanks for helping me out." He sighed and pondered on a question he wanted to ask. He valued the ideas or impressions of others much more than his own. "Um... is there something we should be doing or someplace we should go?"