I keep my arm firmly on Gale's neck, making sure he can't turn loose.
"How do I know this isn't some trick?" I say, careful to keep my voice down, so no-one can hear me but Gale.
"I would trick you? Over something that traumatized our lives? Why in the world would I do that?" Gale says. I fight to keep him pinned, so I turn him loose. I would rather be tricked than to think that I have been tricked when it is really for a great cause.
I hear the door open in the front, so I go towards the front. I keep my pace slow, step by step, one foot infront of the other. Without a care in the world, I'm walking down the hall, Gale by my side. He doesn't have a care in the world either. We are half way down the hall, when we hear it. A scream, coming from the front room. We look at eachother, and start running our way towards the front room.
I hear our feet hitting the wooden floorboards. One foot hits the ground with a thup. I look at Gale, we don't know what we're doing. He peeks around the corner, careful so the unknown source doesn't hear us.
He looks at me, terror in his eyes. We both peer around the corner, cautiously. We are both determined. No-one is in the room so we take another step forward. No-one is in the front room, by the fireplace. Gun still in hand, we proceed to the kitchen. I smell a farmiliar smell.
"God, no" I say outload, but in a whisper. Gale looks at me, we both recognize the smell, from hunting game. We both have a hollow look in our eyes.
Me and Gale
Haymitch on the ground dead
Peeta is missing