Katniss
It has been three years since the downfall of the Capitol, three and a half since I found what is now my home, District 13, and four since I returned from my first experience of the arena in the 74th Hunger Games.
The forests around here were rich in wildlife to hunt, and even though now I had infinite banquets of food and a life of luxury, old habits die hard, I guess. After a short while of wandering through the trees, I sat on a boulder that was basked in sunlight, there was an opening in the trees so the sun's rays could just get through. It was higher up here, so I could see for miles and miles over the treetops, their green leaves created an emerald blanket over the land. Just as I lifted my bow to carry on hunting, something moved behind me. I moved slowly, trying not to scare whatever it was that was there. I carefully lifted an arrow and placed it against the bow, still with no sudden movements. It was still there, but I was sure it had seen me. I pulled the wire back against my body so I could attack as soon as it came into sight, which, at this rate, didn't seem likely. It took of and ran, I only knew this because of the rusting brambles and plants. I still couldn't see it, so I made my best guess. The arrow flew threw the air, but the head slammed into the muddy soil. This made the animal run again, towards a small, murky pond covered in dying lilly pads and duckweed. I loaded another arrow into the bow and fired in the general direction of my target, but again it only hit the ground. Whatever it was, it was fast.
It wasn't until I had given up that I noticed a trail of footprints in the mud in front of me, and I didn't think they were mine. I stepped beside one of them, leaving a clear footprint in the ground. Just as I'd thought. The other footprint was a fair bit bigger than mine, and the shoe pattern was different. I took sometime to think. Either someone was following me, or the animal that I was chasing was a human. But it couldn't have been someone from District 13, because when we go hunting we have to go together or at least inform anyone else on a hunt that we'll be in the forest too. And even if it was, they would have a weapon, so wouldn't have to run away from me. I know the people of District 13, and not one of them wouldn't stand and fight. I looked back down at the footprint, I had two choices. One, I could follow the trail and find the person, or I could go back to the village and tell Peeta to come and have a look. I took option two, this person wasn't going anywhere. District 13 is only so big, and if they're not local, they won't know their way around the forest. It's like a maze around here, so they'll probably end up back here in a day or two. As I walked back to the village, I kept thinking about that person. Were they injured? Dying? Maybe they were a threat to us, maybe they just needed help. Either way, I needed to find them. My mind had re-thought the idea about telling Peeta about and intruder. Maybe I should just keep this to myself, I mean, if I can win the Hunger Games, I can help someone without anyone else knowing. Can't I?