They were all so strange. Laying on the beach, doing nothing. Why were they doing nothing?
The most noticeable person there was a large blonde male. He was pale, but his cheeks were flushed red with slight sun burn. His hair was cropped close to his head, what her father called army style, and because his tee shirt was ripped she could see the scares that covered his back. He was probably from district 2, the place where you train for combat in the most brutal ways.
Then there was the tiny brunette beside him. She was small, but obviously mature. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but it was falling out. Her skin showed obvious signs of sunburn, the skin starting to peel off her face. Her clothes were tattered but intact. She seemed decently dressed, in camouflage pants and a dark tank top, so she was likely also from district 2.
A tall blonde girl dressed in a nearly completely destroy floor length dress was sprawled on top of a decently built brunette male. The girl was fair and obviously trying, well, had tried to impress. Colours were smeared across her eyes and off to her temples, red was all over her lips and black streaks we're on her cheeks. The boy seemed to be conscious, just barely, and enjoying every minute of having the girls body pressed against his. Their clothes told her that they were likely more wealthy.
A little blonde girl and a dark skinned girl were holding hands, their faces as peaceful as they could be on an abandoned island. They looked young, possibly ten or eleven. Their clothes were plain, simple dresses that fell to their knees.
Another blonde male was on the sand. He looked almost exactly like the tiny blonde girl, both having wavy hair and pale, pale skin, so she assumed they were related. He was a medium height, well built, but his face seemed... Innocent. His clothes were obviously well worn, so she believes he was from a poorer area in panem.
And finally there was a tall dark skinned male that looked like the other little girl. Dark hair, dark skin, and she could assume they both have dark eyes. His body was well toned and muscled, and because of that she assumed he was also from a lower class.
Rushing back to her camp as soon as she saw the first sign of actual consciousness from all of them, Katniss when she got the the river that was right in front of a cliff about a mile back into the tree line, she started to climb up the trees, switching from large plant to large plant so she could continue up. When she put her feet back on solid ground, she was at camp.
It was pretty basic. The river at the base of the cliff was fed by a large spring and small stream system at the top, perfect for cleaning clothes and a source of drinking water. A little off the shore of that, there was a decent sized shelter made of wood, mud, clay and leaves that was partially inside a cave on the next cliff that was 100 meters from the other cliff edge.
Beside that, there was a tent made of animal pelts that was under a rock ledge that Katniss used for sleeping. Then there was another cave shelter, and like the other one, it was made with the same materials and also used for storage. From all the time she spent on this island, Katniss had more dried food, pelts, weapons and clothes than she could use in a life time.
After changing into a fresh pair of clothes, her last ones muddy from spying on the new comers, Katniss went into the woods to hunt. When she was approaching the clearing that was usually full of deer, she noticed a figure that was definitely not a deer. It was the district 2 boy, holding a knife and he was obviously in search of food.
Before he could see her, Katniss fled back into the woods.
It was hot. So, so hot. Cato awoke to a burning sensation all over his body. His mouth was parched, his skin was red and the ground underneath him was on fire. Cato opened his eyes to a bright, blue sky. It took him a second to adjust, but when he did, he was surprised to see the ocean, and warm sand, and seemingly tropical trees.
"Hey, he's awake!" He heard a girl call. Cato knew that voice...
"Clove, what happened? Where are we?" Cato called out to her the best he could.
"No clue, but we found some fresh water while scoping out the woods when you were asleep. We found some metal so we made you a cup from it and brought some back," Clove told him, kneeling beside him. Her usually down hair was braided back, and she appear to be alright aside from the redness of her face.
Turning around, Cato took a look at all the people surrounding Clove. His friend noticed his confusion and explained.
"Lots of us died in the wreck, but some of us pulled through. This is Rue, Thresh, Susan, Peeta, Prim, and you already know Glimmer and Marvel." She pointed to each person as she said their name.
After everyone said a piece or two about themselves, Glimmer, Cato's girlfriend, pulled him to the side.
"Babe, they are all dead weight!" She hissed when they got to the trees. "They will just drag us down. I think we should ditch them, and go on our own. We have trained for this, so we could do it!"
Cato shook his head. What Glimmer had seemed to forget was groups tended to survive better then lone people.
"No. They need us, and we need them. Who knows what they could do? The district 11's will know food well, the district 12's should know how to start a decent fire, and district 5 and your partner have talents too. Don't write them off quite yet. I am willing to do anything to survive."
"I think everyone should go with someone they are comfortable with until we get to know each other," Rue said, clinging to Thresh's arm. She obviously wanted to stay with her district mate.
"That's a good idea Rue. How about we all go with someone we are comfortable with, Susan if you just want to join a group since you don't have a partner," Clove cut in before Cato or Glimmer could shoot the idea down.
Glimmer ends up with Marvel, Rue with Thresh and Susan, and Prim and Peeta were together.
Cato and Clove get their weapons. Each had two knives tucked in their wrecked boots, and another weapon of some sort. Cato had managed to find a sword further down beach, and Clove found a bow and a few intact arrows.
They then set off into the woods, their steps cautious and their movements sift. They kept their backs to each other for a while, until they felt safer in the wild. Eventually they started going after animals, but only Clove managed to actually get a rabbit or two by throwing her knives with deadly precision.
Clove had walked a few paces in front of him, and started to move in a diagonal to turn back to camp when he saw it. A brown blur flashing through the woods to his left. Cato took off after it, going as fast as he could. It was his hunger driving him.
The figure was dashing and weaving through the trees and undergrowth. It obviously knew its way around. Cato thought he had the animal in his sights when he reached the up coming clearing, but when he arrived, there was no one there.
