It's time to win the Games

Katniss shifted closer to her fire as she tried to warm up.

It hadn't taken her long to find something to hunt and there was a surprising amount of dry wood. Katniss salivated as the meat cooked and greedily wolfed it down, finally sating her enormous hunger.

A loud cannon made Katniss look up.

Another tribute dead.

There couldn't be too many of them left now. Before long, they'd be coming for her.

Katniss hugged herself, shivered and blushed. She had ****. She would have to face them. Nude, cold and considerably disadvantaged, she would have to fight.

But how?

Her nudity would certainly give her the advantage of the element of surprise. If they were shocked by her nakedness, she would only need a few seconds to kill them.

_But what if they weren't surprised? _Katniss shivered and drew her legs closer to her chest, turning crimson. What if they laughed at her?

She hated, HATED, this. It wasn't fair! Why, why, did she have to be naked?! She was cold, bruised and exhausted, not to mention absolutely humiliated. If she'd been wearing anything, anything at all, she might have been able to cope. But this...this was worse than all of her nightmares combined.

Trying desperately to keep her resolve, Katniss had a decision to make. Did she fight covertly, picking the other tributes off from a distance and avoid being seen by them? Or did she dive into the thick of battle, endure the very high risk of complete humiliation and shame, but end the Games quickly and finally, _finally, _be allowed to wear clothes again?