Annie's POV
"Almost there." Borris huffs, dragging himself farther up the rocky hillside before once again collapsing onto the ground. Janson starts laughing, and Gerry rolls his eyes, but I think both of them are feeling the same way. Our journey has lasted 6 hours since this morning, we haven't had time to stop yet, except a 20 minute lunch breat at noon. It's been an hour since then.
I've been quiet the whole time, and though I know Dwayne has been dying to ask me what's wrong, I haven't offered him the chance.
"How much longer?" Gerry asks Dwayne, who is still walking briskly and easily.
He thinks for a moment. "Well, we should be getting there in about..." He jogs up the rest of the hill, easily hopping over Borris. "Now."
"What?" I ask in confusion. I run up after him, stumbling on the loose rocks. At the top of the hill we can see for miles around, and at the bottom of a gentler slope than what we just climbed is a fence.
"Doesn't look like much to me." Borris pants. I turn and roll my eyes, and worldlessly start to walk down the hill.
"Ow!" I hear Borris cry out. "What was that for?"
"Just let her get there without being and idiot." Dwayne snarls.
"Impossible." Janson snorts. Gerry roars with laughter. I just keep on walking.
When I reach the fence, I realize that even though the electricity is turned off, it has been rebuilt. It will be impossible to climb through, like Katniss has done so many times.
"What should we do?" I ask Dwayne with a sigh. He shrugs.
"Climb over?" Duh. Gerry starts first. He can barely fit his huge hands inbetween the links, but he finally makes it to the top.
"I don't know." He says hesitantly. "It's pretty high."
"Oh, only 20 feet or so." Dwayne says.
Gerry's eyes bug out. "Only?" He starts to climb down, but I can see his hands shaking. With only 5 more feet to go, he slips, landing with a thud on his back. Now Borris can laugh.
I go next, reluctantly stepping up to the fence. But I'm small, and I scale it quickly. When I rest on the top, perched easily on the ridge, everything goes wrong.
"Annie!" I hear someone scream. "Go!"
What the-
I snap my head around, horrified to see a jeep coming around the hill. Authorities. They haven't seen us yet, I realize, so I start to climb down.
"Jump Annie!" Gerry calls frantically. I look at him for one terrifying second before closing my eyes, and leaping into thin air. Really, I have nothing to lose.
I am surprised to feel strong arms engulf me, and I am deposited on the ground. A minute later Janson is over, and then Dwayne.
"Hurry, Borris!" Gerry bellows. It's too late. The jeep has seen Borris. It starts gunning it towards him across the grass, and Dwayne grabs me, dragging me for the cover of the trees. I turn to see if Janson and Gerry are following, but they aren't.
"Stay here." Dwayne hisses. He sprints towards them, grabs each of them by the scruff of the neck, and starts pulling. Never in my life have I seen that strength.
"Stop it!" Janson snarls. He turns and rears back his arm. The sound of his fist hitting Dwayne's face is loud, but not as loud as Borris' screams.
At this point Gerry's senses return, and he tackles Janson, holding him down.
"Gerry?" Janson asks with tears in his eyes. "What are you doing? Borris is getting hurt!"
"They'll take us too!" Gerry hisses. But he's looking longingly at where Borris' screams are coming from. We're not sure to be relieved or terrified when they come to a sharp, sudden stop
"I can't take it." Dwayne whispers. He creeps to the edge of the tree line, and seeing no one, runs toward where we saw Borris last. Gerry and Janson follow, and then I do, a feeling of dread settling in my stomach.
"Annie?" I hear someone yell, fear lacing their voice. It's Dwayne. I pick up the pace. When I get to where they are, I gasp.
Blood, blood, blood. Splotches of it staining the grass.
I feel a lurch in my stomach. "This is my fault." I whisper in horror. Dwayne, his hands shaking, quickly turns to me.
"No, Annie, it's not. He was a thief, like us, he's on the Most Wanted list." He doesn't mention that Borris was punished for climbing into 12, bit it's obvious. It's my fault.
"Well, th-thanks for helping me." I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes. I start to walk away, ingnoring their screams of protest. I won't have anyone suffer because of me. First Beetee, now Borris.
I know they're following me. It's obvious, since Gerry and Jansons are so clumsy. But their voices are silent, and I realize they're grieving.
We easily find a house to stay in, one of the unused Victors' houses. We are all slumped around the table, and I see Gerry playing with something. Taking a closer look, I realize it's one of Borris' rings.
"Found it on the ground, I did." He whispers, unable to speak.
At first, I wonder why he's talking with his fake accent again. Then I remember Dwayne said he does it to look tough. Why would he want to look tough? And then it hits me.
He's trying to hide his tears.
Finnick's POV
We find Beetee on the ground, in a pool of blood. I realize a Mutt musy have got him, and run away when it heard us coming.
"John!" I scream. 'What're we going to do? He-He's dead."
"No, no he's not." John says, kneeling over Beetee's body. "He's just lost a lot of blood." He looks up at me, his grey eyes filled with fear. "We need to get him to 12."
"But there's nobody there." I say. "Except... Except Greasy Sae."
John brightens slightly. "If anyone can save him, she can. He stands up, trying without success to lift him. I push him aside gently, and scoop Beetee over my shoulders easily, horrified to feel blood wetting my shirt.
"That won't do." John says. He motions for me to lay Beetee on the ground, and I do so, gently. We quickly make a stretcher from our jackets and tree limbs. John ties torniquets on Beetee's arms, and I attend to what is left of his left leg.
"This leg got the worst of it." I say. John nods grimly, and glances at me.
"We need to go. Now."
I heft my side of the stretcher up, and we carry him quickly to camp, stopping to heft our packs over our shoulders. "Let's do it." I say.
We start running.
After an hour, we've slowed down slightly. Only slightly. I've started counting my steps out loud, trying to keep us motivated.
"2079, 2080, 2081..."
We still run.
With a few hours, the sun is starting to set. Bursting out of the woods, we stumble onto a road. John quickly pushes us back into the woods, and I realize it's because an Official's jeep is coming our way. It speeds past, the windows tinted.
"Clear!"
We run back out, keeping to the side of the road, in case another vehicle comes by. Eventually the trees break away, and stopping for a moment to look at the compass, I realize we should be there any minute.
"Still going in the right direction." I say to John. He nods gravely.
And finally, after hours and hours of running, we see it. The entrance to District 12.
The entrances to Districts are usually huge doors, heavily guarded and locked. But this one has been blown to shreds, and we just walk through, easy as pie.
"Where should we go?" I ask John. He thinks for a moment. "The Victors' houses have medical supplies." He responds, still thinking. "Yeah, that should work."
I've been so intent on getting Beetee to medical attention, that I've forgotten about Annie. And when I suddenly remember, my breath catches in my throat. I am in the same town as her.
"J-John?"
We turn to see an old woman.
"Heya, Greasy. Could we uh, have some help?" John asks. Greasy's face is ashen, but she puts her thoughts aside and takes a look at Beetee.
"We need tuh get 'im to a Victory House. Medical s'plies." She mutters. She starts briskly walking down a road, and we follow. At this point, my arms are beginning to swell from holding Beetee's weight for so long. I look at John's. They're in the same state.

We pass by the window of another Victory house, entering the one next to it.

Annie's POV
I get from the table slowly, glancing out the window. I see a flash of something, something the same copper brown as Finnick's hair. Shaking my head, I realize it must be my imagination, and then slump onto the floor, collapsing into tears.