It's cold. Night has fallen and I can feel the uneasy chilling breeze go right threw my father's leather hunting jacket. I can hear distant screams; wails of terror. PRIM! That is my first thought, something isn't right in distract 12 and prim isn't one to protect herself. I run as fast as my boots will take me out of the fence and into 12 with a bow and quiver slanged around my back.
What I find is not what I was suspecting crashed cars, ear piercing screams and sick people eating children, man, women and kids no older than me. I see a woman tugging an arm of a child as to indicate to run faster but it's too late because the other arm of the child is taken and a sick person bites the boy resulting gushing blood to cover the already red stricken road. I feel my stomach turn with the urge to vomit but I don't instead I run making a bee-line through back roads and entering the backyard of my home. I sprint into the house-
"Katniss!" I see prim as soon as I enter the home she's not well; her legs twitch. The white perfect stocking I had given her for her birthday just a week ago are now torn muddy from the shins. Her skirt and blue t-shirt reflect the same; she's holding the kitchen knife it stricken with red liquid that drips and leaves trances of where she came from before she ran to me.
My bedroom.
"w-what h-happened?" it try to speak with an even tone but my voice but the queasy feeling in stomach don't agree.
"Katniss t-they came into the house mother and I tried to fight them b-but. . ."her voice is shaky and I feel a hot single tear shed down my cheek. Prim lifts her right sleeve and reveals a gushing bite mark.
I sit straight up breathing heavy sweat beads roll down my neck I'm sitting in the back seat of my truck. Peeta in the front seat, looking at me with genuine concern.
"Are you ok? How do you feel? Did you have a bad dream? It's alright Katniss it-" Peeta starts but I cut him off.
"Whoa Peeta calm down it was just a bad dream" it's been a week since I saw Peeta down the road. Since we shared that first kiss. At first it was kind of awkward but in the few moments we have shared we've learned to work together. Gather food, exchange and share supplies; we have not discussed if were staying together of part our separate ways but right it seems like its natural.
He gives me a wide sleepy simile that makes my heart beat a little faster "Okay, but are you alright?"
"Yeah fine"
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not really"
"Okay"
After a pregnant pause I speak." I think we should go scavenging for supplies were running low" he nods and I re-braid my hair and jump to the front seat. We drive for about fifth teen minutes until we see a string of small businesses. Its chilly but not freezing enough to see my breath.
I steady myself getting into position of one side of the door and Peeta on the other. Quiver slung around my back, 6 shooter revolver at my hip and a sharp as hell switch blade in my back pocket. Peeta armed with a ready pump action shot gun aimed at the door and a sword hung low on his hips.
I give Peeta the nod.
But he stops me and kisses me hard on the lips. A knee buckling kiss. "Be careful every moment can be our last" I nod with that he walks back to his position on the other side of the door.
It comes running, missing jaw and a gushed red shirt. I shoot it. Right between the eyes.
We're sitting on a log in front of a fire cooking a rabbit I shoot about a mile a head.
"Katniss . . ."
"yeah"
"we should talk"
"I know"
"I don't want to pressure you but we haven't talked about what's going on between us and we've been kissing a lot and don't get me wrong I love it but I got to know how you feel about me. I hope you know how I feel about you, love you I've always have, please trust me let me in" I have not the slightest idea of what to say I like him I do but he says he loves me. That's a strong word one that is not easy to use but we barley know each other and no matter how starved I am for human contact I must be logical. Plan my every move in this harsh world.
"I don't know . . . you're the first person I've seen in months. . ." I huff out breath this is a train wreck why doesn't my brain like my mouth. Think Katniss tell what you're thinking you don't want to lose him. You don't want to be alone. It's lonely alone. I blurt it out all at once "Peeta the truth is I don't know what to think I like you, I do. I don't want to be alone. I don't want you to leave me"
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while but life has been rough for the past couple of months. But as a result I've learned a lot of things too, even if it was hard to hear. But I haven't forgotten this story I have things planed for our lovers! Any ideas please review! I need reviews to keep me going the more reviews I get the faster I'll update!
-Skylar
