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    [align=center]Phaedra began to run once she began to realized what the pink and white was. "They're dogwood trees." she called, running towards them, beginning to smell the sweet scent of the flowers.

    He ran towards them, smelling the nearest tree. It was just like home. He looked around, trying to figure out a shelter. "Look," he said, walking over to a huge tree. "It's hollow." he said, looking inside. It was huge inside, enough room for a couple people.

    [align=center]Phaedra plucked a flower from one of the trees, happily sniffing it and then turning to Conner. She examined the tree, looking inside. "It's pine.." she muttered, "How can it be hollow?" She grabbed one of her axes, using the blade to chip off a piece of outer bark. She flinced, fully alert as bubbles suddenly blew out of a small hole in the tree. The pink from the flowers and the sunlight made the bubbles beautiful. She reached out to pop one.. Once she touched it, the bubble burned a hole right through the skin of her palm. Phaedra suddenly threw her other hand up to muffle her scream.

    "Da*n, it's a trap!" he cursed. He grabbed her hand and looked at it worriedly. "Does it burn?" he asked, wishing they had water to pour on it.

    [align=center]Phaedra closed her eyes tightly, nodding slowly. "I'm fine.." she whispered. "Don't remove any bark.."

    [align=center]Phaedra rolled her shoulders, holding her hand in her other one. "Let's just find a tree - that isn;t pine - to climb up." Phaedra said, looking around.

    [align=center]"There." Phaedra finally pointed out, pointing to a very large and thick oak tree. She grabbed her axe, suddenly giving the tree a swipe, taking off some bark. She watched, wary, and once it was clear, she began to climb up. But, she had left a small trail of blood the whole time they were walking, from when the bubble burned her.

    Conner followed her up and leaned against a branch, setting his bag next to him. "Hungry? I have a loaf of bread." he offered.

    "Neither am i." he said, putting it back in his bag. "We should save it for later on." he said, looking at her. "How many are dead so far?" he asked softly.

    [align=center]Phaedra shrugged. "We should be able to hear the cannons soon.." she said, looking up at the sky which was slowly getting dark. "Then we'll know who is dead and who isn't."

    "Yeah," he said, looking up at the sky. He wondered how many more nights to his death. He wondered if it would hurt, or be quick.

    [align=center]Phaedra leaned her head on Conner's shoulder, lightly closing her eyes. "Guess I proved Harthaw wrong." she whispered, holding her injured hand in the other.

    "I knew you would." said Conner softly, running his hand through her hair. "But it's just going to get harder and harder." said Conner under his breath.

    [align=center]Phaedra sighed. "Yeah, I know." she whispered, suddenly opening her eyes when the anthem began to play and the canons began to go off. She counted.. Thirteen out of twenty-four. Derrick was still alive, but the girl in his District had died.