Katniss and Gale get their bows back and I receive a small handgun. Though I doubt I'll use it, it is probably good to have with us, in case of some animal. I shudder at the thought. All the preparations are rushed through. We are given sturdy boots, that kind of fit, and baskets to collect the leaves from the pitcher plants.

Katniss and I try to talk to Mother, but the pox has made her very slow in the mind, and she cannot answer our questions well, so Katniss goes online, and tries to find out what she can.

The doctors can't do anything to help these dying people, and this makes us rush even more. We gather some food to take, and are out of 13 by nighfall.

We walk just to the tree line, opposite of where we entered 13, two weeks ago. So much has happened in those two weeks. We pitch our small tent, and fall asleep quickly. We have a long day tomorrow and will need all the sleep we can get.

Morning comes too fast, as I awake, not last up this time. Katniss and Gale are still snoring away. I crawl out of the tent, and sit. I realize, this was the first night I haven't had nightmares, since in the arena. Maybe the terrors are gone for good!

I get to watch the sun wake up, which is something I've missed seeing. I spot a small bird's nest, not far from me, and walk over to swipe some eggs. I am frying them up, when Katniss comes up behind me.

"Good morning," She stretches and yawns, then sees what I'm cooking and smiles. "My favorite. You always make them perfectly." I grin, and hand her some on the metal plates we were handed as we left last night. Gale wakes up while we eat, burning our tongues with the hot food.

He eats two helpings, and belches loudly. He excuses himself, after Katniss punches him playfully. He winks at her, and speaks to Katniss. "So, we have a big day. You did some research about it, right? What can you tell me about this plant that we're finding?"

"Well, it is pink, yellow, red or green colored. It kind of looks like a pitcher, and it has liquid in the bottom. They supposedly grow around here. It's a carnivorous plant, but don't worry, it only eats flies."

"So, let's head out. We've got a lot of looking to do." We gather our tent and sleeping bags, and start walking.

Traipsing through the woods, we search all around, low, high, left and right. The plants are nowhere to be found. Several times, we find a plant that has curled leaves, or is the right color, but each time, there's nothing. We stop under the hot sun for lunch, and make a feast of a canned stew. Not very tasty, but it's still food. Once we finish eating, we grab all of our trash, and head out again.

We keep our steady march, walking back and forth, fanning farther out from 13 each time, with no luck. Maybe our luck's run out, and we've come this far to lose to this disease. But with all the goodbyes I've had to say, I can't stand to say it again.

The days slowly trickle by, as we push farther and farther into the wilds. Hope has left us, and we know there's barely a chance in finding this plant, though we have to try for Mother, and all of 13. So we continue tromping through undergrowth, eating canned junk, and searching high and low for hope peeking its leafy head out from the dank trees.

After five days of hiking through muck, and finding nothing, we are about to head back, defeated. Our food supply has been diminished to nothingness, and our hope decreased even more. Then, suddenly, Gale spots one. We look up, invigorated, only to find, it's just another curled leaf. But Katniss points out something just past it, that could be it, our legendary Pitcher Plant. We trudge up, expecting another phony.

But it's not! It really is a pitcher plant! We jump for joy-okay not literally-as Katniss strips it of its leaves, and root. Gale spots another, and then we look around, realizing that we are standing a field of them! We get as many as we can, until the baskets are overfilling, and rush back to 13. It takes another day to get back, and we are itching to get there. Katniss marks the way to the pitcher plant field with rocks, in case we need to return.

When we get there, it takes a few hours for them to send soldiers up to get us inside, after all, there isn't really a door to unlock to get in. We are rushed to the hospital in a frenzy, where they prep the leaves, and start administering them to the sickest people first, and then onto everyone else.

It's only hours later, once everyone's been medicated that we find out who else died, and the shock pours over me like a rushing waterfall.

Author's Note

Thanks to carmencielle, jenna2468, Sophia Lele, Geniusboy1024, Daisy Zephyr, and alex for reviewing.

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Vale,

Michela Snow