Readers, here is the first of a multichaptered fic. As per usual I own nothing as The Hunger Games is owned by Suzanne Collins, spelling and grammar mistakes are as per usual my own as I've no beta. This is as you may have guessed going to be somewhat slashy with Peeto as the pairing.
This is written after a prompt I've found
Write a story about different people being trapped in the elevator. The zombie outbreak has just broken out. At least one or two people know about it in the elevator. What happens next? What do they do?
And as they say in show business, the show must go on.
Peeta Mellark was tired of his life, tired of the uncertainty which seemed to have been present for as long as he could remember. As an adolescent he had always imagined that he would have gotten somewhere in life by the time he was twenty five, in reality he had ended up leading a mediocre life, graduating with good grades and quickly finding work as an administrator when he finished college in a government office. Indeed he has thought he would attend university were it not for the fact his mother saw fit that since he was not going to be a baker for the rest of his life that it was perfectly respectable to throw him on his own resources with almost no time to prepare beforehand.
Consequent of this Peeta given the time he had found respectable lodgings at a Victorian Manor turned boarding house and commenced his illustrious career as an office administrator, this would last for several years until he was twenty five years of age, with nothing of any interest happening that should warrant mention in the following pages.
It was as previously mentioned, some years after his auto da fè, he found a position as a hotel receptionist in The Dispatch that he for a moment, if only a little while thought his life would change, he did as fools do and rushed right in. He applied that day for the position as Chief Customer Service Assistant at the Golden King Hotel, the island where this hotel was, was not even in Panem itself, but instead one of Panem's protectorate islands in the Atlantic once possessed by the Franks in days gone by. Solus Isle, it was with a group of small islands but nonetheless hundreds of kilometres away from mainland Panem, hence the name Solus Isle meaning alone in Latin. The resort and hotel was on a side of the island only recently built as both a government and private venture to secure tourism in these islands since for some years it had been falling and thus crime rates were soaring on Solus Isle's City, which was on another side of the island to the resort.
The Capitolites, Upper District Dwellers and foreigners alike were as they always had been, were known for eccentricities and a sense of adventure, but of course the Class Struggle which had shown in Panem in recent years that Capitalism could indeed lead to the death of many and leave others destitute, as always as the poor were trapped in a downward spiral as the wealthy accumulated yet more and more wealth.
Saint-Louis, the city of Solus Isle had indeed fallen victim to this vicious economy and cycle, it was a city which was never terribly safe, even with the police presence in the city, even on a lonely island in the Atlantic the gap between the haves and have nots was large and only widening.. Hence the reason why the resort was on the other side of the island, where the island was not yet developed and retained its natural beauty still.
It was only a few short months after his successful application and subsequent voyage to Solus Isle did Peeta realise he would have much preferred his life of respectable obscurity on the mainland.