Half of the credit goes to Hungergamesfangirl100, without her, this story probably wouldn't have been madeor beta'ed.
After the 73rd annual Hunger Games, a zombie virus outbreak occurred in Panem. The whole nation had been effected, besides the few who survived. It isn't clear how they survived, or the cure for the Zombie Disease, but the survivors know one thing; Kill, burn the bodies & stay quiet.
Clove's POV
In District two, Clove was walking the streets of the district, searching for food & supplies.
She had a backpack full of survival gear, and her belt held plenty of knives. She knew she could survive in the district, unless the food started to run out.
She had turned a corner, in search of a building, but stopped dead in her tracks. She stared forward at the figure standing at the end of the alleyway. She knew it wasn't infected when she took a small step forward & recognized him.
"Cato..." She breathed, somewhat surprised. She hadn't seen any survivors since it all started.
"Hello, Clove." He smirked. "Are you here to get rid of me?"
She shook her head & took a step back hesitantly while readying some knives from her belt.
Cato shakes his head. "Unless you want food and good weapons, I suggest not killing me." He said.
"I have food and weapons." She smirked, being as stubborn as always.
"Where, exactly? I'm hiding out in the peacekeeper barracks."
"Where do you think, blondie?"
"Hmm, at your house?"
"Enough." She scoffed.
He laughs "Look, I've got guns and real armor. Do you want some or not?"
"Noise attracts them. If you haven't noticed, I don't have any interest in drawing them directly to me. The armor is a different story..." She trails off.
He smirks "I want stuff for that armor."
"What kind of stuff?" She crosses her arms.
"I want food and if you can, fuel"
"Yes, and I want things to go back to normal." She says sarcastically & turns around to walk away.
He goes after her "hey it's just a simple request!"
She swings herself up on a ledge of a building & starts to climb up one story, stopping at a windowsill. "There isn't fuel anywhere. I've checked. And for food, it looks like you have enough."
"But the only train that's here doesn't have fuel. All it needs is fuel."
She sighed, considering it for a moment before slipping inside through the window & ignoring him.
Clove was searching the building where she found one of the infected chained to a heavy chair that was bolted to the ground.
She looked at it, now seeping black blood from its slit neck as it lay on the floor, motionless. She grabbed some matches from her pack & layed the body on a tarp she'd found in a spare room, while igniting the match & dropping it on the dead body. It was engulfed in flames almost instantly. (The Zombie skin was highly flammable, and if it touched fire, it burns, easily decapitating the infected.)
She backed away slightly from the fire, ignoring the slight odor. She watched as it burned, and turned to ash.
Before leaving, she took the chain from the metal chair & secured it as a second belt. Nothing else was in the house that was useful, so she exited just as swiftly as she came in.
When she exited the building, she was cleaning her knife with her sleeve. Cato was still there. He raised his eyebrows, "Did you get bit?" He says.
Clove rolls her eyes. "I can manage myself, you know that right?"
He shakes his head, "No, I didn't."
"Shut up."
He smirks. "Why? I like talking."
She crosses her arms. "Look, do you want to find fuel or not?"
He nods. "Yeah, why?"
"Then I'd suggest to shut up before I change my mind."
Cato smirks & nods.
"Are you coming or not?" Clove asks impatiently.
"Lead the way." Cato says.
A/N: Cliffhanger. :O I'll try to have chapter 2 up by tomorrow morning. Review please!