Let Me Go On Without You

I nestle up in the cave, my new home. If someone's died the Careers must be on the prowl. My eyes stay transfixed on the door, the slingshot and the bow lie by my feet.

It's a been a long, cold, endless night by the time the anthem plays. No one has come yet, but I'm not budging. The cold seems to be passing through, exposing itself to my skin, despite the fact I'm wearing those two heavy jackets. It's a cruel wind tonight.

All I hope is they're struggling as much. The Careers, with their openly-lit fire, grand arsenal of weapons and each other's company; Foxface in her tree with her stolen stash; Thresh with his homemade resources in his meadow; and wherever poor Peeta is, around here or not, I hope it isn't getting to him. And then there's the one that's died, the one that doesn't feel any cold on the Capitol hovercraft.

The anthem plays and I look out on to the night sky, slingshot in hand.

My heart stops.

And its not Cato, Clove, Thresh or Foxface.

A/N: Sorry I so suddenly posted the next chapter but it's a short one. Remember to tell me what you think and whether I should be posting more