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What it's been a year? I am terribly sorry. It's not a long chapter but after rereading the story I thought I should continue. Enjoy! :)

Zane pressed a white cloth against my nose and I winced at the shooting pain. I just remembered that she punched me in the face.

"Is it broken?" I asked, tilting my head back while Zane tried to staunch the bleeding. Zane shook his head.

"I don't think so. You would be crying if it was," Zane said. I shot him a look. He was probably right. I cry at all the little things and it's taken me way too much willpower to look strong. Zane rolled his eyes, still dabbing at my nose, "Don't give me that. You didn't have to be so melodramatic with her."

I pushed his hand away, snatching the white cloth from him. I wasn't being melodramatic! I was trying to protect her. I didn't want her to end up like Sophie. I glanced down at Sophie's body, frowning before looking away. I still couldn't get the image of her dead body out of my mind. She was dead. Dead. I felt the familiar stinging in my eyes. Not now, dammit, not now.

"There was nothing out there, you paranoid little shits!" Angus's voice boomed through the forest. Zane glared.

"What the hell does he think he's doing?" Breena asked, trying to hide the panic in her voice with anger. It only made the fear stand out even more, to be honest. I tried to back away from the clearing but Zane grasped onto me.

"If we die, you die too," he muttered. No. I wasn't going to let him do that.

"There's nobody out here and I am going to KILL YOU," Angus shouted, and I was pretty darn sure the entire arena could hear him screaming. What was he doing? Was he crazy? He was definitely insane. Not to mention he'd probably kill me once he finds out we let Nafeesa go.

"Zane." Breena and I hissed at the exact same time. Zane shook his head, his grip on my arm tightening.

"Where in Panem's name ARE YOU GU—?" Angus's voice stopped so abruptly, it took me a few moments to realize it had stopped. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Instead the sound of a cannon blast broke through the silence instead.

Breena takes a step away from the general direction of where Angus was coming from.

Zane shook his head, "We need to check it out."

"Are you stupid? Somebody or something is out there, Zane," Breena replied, her voice quivering a little. Who would have thought the skilled hand-to-hand fighter could be so easily terrified?

"Breena." Zane let go of me and turned to face Breena. He looked entirely too brotherly in my opinion. "He could still be alive. Angus could have been the one that killed whoever, or whatever, it was."

"Fine. Go. Follow him! But I am leaving. I don't plan on dying today, thanks."

"Breena!" She was gone before he even finished the second syllable of her name.

Zane turned to me, the look on his face a little too determined for my taste. I shook my head, vigorously. I was not heading in there. I didn't even like Angus.

He grimaced, "What are we supposed to do, then?"

There was a rustling in the forest and I was pretty sure it was not the wind, "How about run?" And I took off. I was specifically trying to run away from him but he was faster than me. He wasn't going anywhere.

After a while, I stopped. I started shivering. We were on the snow side of the arena. I looked over at him and was surprised to see his expression. He looked so torn as he glanced back behind us. Torn? Why?

"You're too loyal." I told him, rubbing my arms. I was cold and I don't think it was because of the snow.

"And you're too observant." He replied, pulling out two sleeping bags. It looked like one of those climate-controlled ones. Yes, good. Exactly what I needed. I held his gaze for a moment, and I knew I could have left at any moment. I wasn't sure if he would try to stop me, or kill me. But I guess we needed an alliance. There was still half of us left and I was pretty sure the majority of them wanted to kill me.

"We need to find a cave or something," I finally said, looking away. I could still feel him watching me. After a while it began to get on my nerves. "And I swear, if you keep staring at me, I am going to stuff more itchy bombs in your face." He unconsciously itched his face, before rolling his eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself, Evans." I frowned as he quickened his pace.

Another cannon blast went off, making me jump. I wrapped my arms around me, trying to keep warm, and followed him. He might be a complete ass but I needed his help and his supplies.

Unfortunately.

I feel so disconnected from the entire plot at the moment sorry. But I've decided to try and continue. I think I just had this HUGE writer's block and basically shied away from this story. Atleast I came back though amirite? lol Sorry though!

Also I've been revising the earlier chapters sort of...

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