"Kat-nisssssss!"

There's no point in trying to sleep. The hissing sound is now definitely unmistakeable, it's no voice coming from my head. It sounds much closer than it sounded before, like it's heading for our location. This sends a shiver down my spine. We need to move. I take a look at the rest of my troop, all sleeping silently, as if there's no care in the world. Jackson lies opposite me, a fully armed gun grasped firmly in her hand. I feel Peeta's head resting on my shoulder, and examine him. I don't know If I'm just imagining it, but his aqua blue eyes definitely seem to have more warmth in the than they did when I first time I saw him after his hijacking, the night he nearly killed me, and broke my neck. And of course, he's managing to be in the same room as me without attempting to kill me. Maybe Plutarch is right, and he is improving.

"Katnisssssssssssssss!"

The words just came out of Peeta's mouth that time as well, for sure. The sound is closer yet, maybe about a mile away from where in the pipe that we're positioned. I hear pounding footsteps coming from that direction, too. Not human footsteps, more like a cheetah, or a mutt. Mutts, that's what Snow's done, he's set a pack of mutts on us, programmed to kill me. Jackson opens her eyes abruptly. "What the hell was that sound?" she says. "Everybody wake, we've gotta get out of this place right now, No questions!" I quickly grab my bow and arrows,

"What is going on?" Asks Gale sleepily, his face full of a mixture of confusion and fear.

"I said no questions. Quickly, or die, we have no time to lose!" The rest of the troop take a few seconds to fully wake up, murmuring tiredly, and yawning. After about ten seconds, they're all on their feet, ready to run for their lives. Everybody except from Peeta.

Everybody else starts running, but I walk slowly towards Peeta, ignoring Gale's agonised shouts for me to run, and leave Peeta. Its love, it must be, that's what must be keeping me behind, trying desperately to pull up a spazming, kicking, and screaming Peeta. I ignore the sound of the footsteps running closer and closer towards us. "I'm a mutt! I'm a mutt!" Peeta screams. "Get off me, I'm a mutt!"

"Peeta, stop it! It's me, Katniss, I'm trying to help you!" I desperately try, but it's no use. Instead he pushes me to the ground and runs with all his might in the wrong direction, right for the mutts.

"PEETA NO!" Without thinking straight, I head straight after him. I see him standing in the middle of the blackened tunnel with his arms outstretched as wide has he can get, attempting to block the path of some green, monster like creatures. I've never seen one of them before, they have form a little bit like a human, but they are completely naked, and have no eyes, instead monstrously sharp teeth, no doubt adapted to rip throats out, They are about twice the size of a tall human, someone like Gale, and have bulging green skin. They shriek even louder than Peeta or I do as they pin him to the ground.

I frantically pull out an arrow and fire it, and it hits one of them in their right calf, but it doesn't seem to make an impact. I wonder if these things are invincible. Instead of trying to fight, I sink down onto the damp floor of the tunnel, and cover my ears to stop me from hearing Peeta's loud and guttural screams, with hot thick tears streaming rapidly down my face. Realising that I have no hope, I pull out an arrow, and aim it at me brain. I know it's not like me to go down without a fight, but it would be quicker this way, and I wouldn't have to suffer. Maybe Peeta and I will meet again in the afterlife. I just hope that Prim and my mother understand, that I died trying to save Peeta. My eyes cloud with more tears, will they ever forgive me for not just running away like the rest of the troop. I hope that they can learn to move on, and that the rest of the troop get out of here safely, and continue to fulfil the mission that we came here for, or all of this will be for nothing, all the death will be meaningless. I hope the rebels manage to wipe that sadistic smirk off Snow's face.

Just when I know that the baker's boy is dead, and probably in pieces, I hear the deadly monsters coming for me now. I pull the string of the arrow back.

Before they get to me, I shoot.

Hey, thanks for reading, and welcome to my SYOT: Arctic, the 334th Annual Hunger Games! I know it was short, but that prologue was just a quick insight to how the districts lost the rebellion. A more detailed analysis of how the districts lost the rebellion will be described in a later prologue. Oh, and just to let you guys know, this story will be finishing. Also, if you can create a cover for this story, that would be great, just PM me for more details, and you can also have 20 sponsor points too! ;) Btw the form will also be on my profile. Happy submitting!

Gaelic.

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