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Katniss

No-one is coming. I am alone. No-one can help me.

"Katniss!"

"Where are you?"

A faint sound of shouting and footsteps. I am suddenly pulled into someone's arms, I know these arms well.

"Gale," I sob.

He strokes my hair, "It's OK Catnip we're here now. Can you tell us what happened?"

"Peeta. Peacekeeper. Dead."

Gale isn't the only one here. The trio from district 2 are here too, Cato is investigating the 2 limp bodies that lie on the floor beside me, unmoving. Declaring the Peacekeeper dead, he pulls the body away to reveal the second body, Peeta. He looks so calm and peaceful, he looks dead. He is dead.

"I know you're upset but I need you to try and calm down and tell us exactly what happened," Gale sits on the floor and pulls me onto his lap.

"We bumped into a Peacekeeper; they must have patrols down here. He killed Peeta. I killed him."

"I know you need time to grieve but we need to move on. If there are other patrols down here then they will have heard you shouting and they'll be on their way. We can't afford to lose anyone else," Cato says.

I look up at Gale and shake my head. I don't want to walk any further. "Cato's right, we need to go before any more Peacekeepers find us, none of us are up to fighting now."

I hear Clove whisper to Cato, I'm always up to fighting, and for the first time ever she makes me smile.

"I'm not leaving him, we can't just leave him here for them to find."

"We don't have a choice, we can't take him with us!"

Gale takes my hand and helps me off the floor. I know they're right, we have to move away from here, but I can't let go. Peeta saved my life once but I couldn't manage to save his, and now I'll never get a chance to fully repay him. His last words will haunt me forever, I love you, and I wish I could tell him I felt the same. But now I will never get that chance.

I think we walk forever, at least it feels like that. I have no idea where we're going or why, I just follow the others. Cato and Clove are walking ahead of us while Blaze walks behind; all 3 are armed in case of another attack. We walk until my legs buckle underneath me and I can walk no further, Cato moves further ahead in order to find the entrance to an empty house to spend the night in. He returns quickly which means that he must have found one not too far ahead. My legs refuse to work, so Gale carries me the rest of the way, I hate to be such a burden to him. There's a ladder leading to the house which I have to manage alone, Gale can't carry me. Cato has scaled the ladder first; he pulls me up into the house and carries me to the sofa. I'm not used to being carried round by such strong men; I could appreciate it more if Peeta's last words weren't a declaration of his love for me.

I wake up to the smell of Coffee; I know Coin used to drink it when we were in 13 so I recognise the smell even though I've never tried it. There's a harsh artificial light in the ceiling above me, I'm definitely not in the tunnels anymore. The memories of last night come flooding back. I look round the room searching for his face but I know he's not here; we left Peeta down in the blackness of the tunnels, dead.

"Morning, Catnip, how you feeling?" Gale pops up next to me.

"How long have I slept for?"

"Only a couple of hours. Do you want anything to eat?"

I shake my head. He forces a glass of water into my hands, "You need to at least drink something."

I hadn't realised how thirsty I was until now and I drink the entire glass of water. The house we're in is more luxurious than the previous, so we must be getting closer to the centre. At least we're heading in the right direction. This is the second empty house we've come across and I wonder where the people are, and what made them leave. Were they inside members of the rebellion that got found out? Any alternative ending for them makes me shudder. The Capitol has no morals, they just kill for the fun of it.

"How did you guys find me?" I ask.

"When we found out that you'd run off we came to find you. We got stuck at a junction, didn't know which way to turn, when we heard you shouting. We just followed your voice until we found you," Gale explains.

"So what now?"

"Well I assume that you snuck off to complete some sort of secret mission, we thought we'd come and help you. So what is it we're doing?"

In the strongest voice I can manage I say, "We're going to kill Snow."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Clove sneers.

I know I've got a good group here, we're all good fighters and we all want to kill Snow. We fill up our water bottles with fresh water from the tap, and pack a few tins of food into our backpacks. We're unsure of how close to the centre we are or if we'll find another empty house so we pack enough food for about a week. Before we leave we stuff ourselves with food, meaning that we'll be able to walk a long way before needing a rest. We also take it in turn to use the bathroom to have a brief wash. It's hard to leave the soft comfort of the house behind and return to the harsh reality of being confined in a metal tunnel, with nowhere to hide, but it's the only way to get close to the President.

Climbing down the ladder I try not to think about Peeta, though his face keeps forcing his way into my head. Not the image of the happy boy that I used to know, but the lifeless version with all warmth sucked out of it. In order to get rid of it I replace it with the image of a dead President Snow, an arrow sticking out of his chest. My arrow. He took the people I love away from me, my dear Prim and Peeta; in return I need to take from him.

My bow is constantly loaded; I'm not risking losing anyone else. Any peacekeeper that we run into won't get any chance to shout for help before my arrow pierces their throat. I walk at the front of the group, my mistake last night was letting Peeta walk ahead and that's what got him killed.

Being in the tunnels is hard, we're not governed by night or day; I lost all concept of time the moment I was first pulled into the building by Peeta. We walk whatever time of day, our way lit by artificial light showing us more metal walls and floors. It's tedious walking for so long with no change of scenery, not trees or buildings, just the same shiny metal showing us our reflections. We look awful, despite eating and washing at the last house, I dread to imagine what we looked like before. Although we've been stealing food from these houses, my uniform has already begun to hang off me, the others too. Gale's face looks thinner than before. Cato and Clove had been fed well enough in the arena, but even they are starting to show signs of fatigue and malnourishment. We all have bags under our eyes; sleep has been hard to come by down here.

"Did anyone else sleep while we were in the house?" I ask. They all shake their heads. "You need to sleep. I'll stay awake on guard."

"You sure?" Gale asks.

I nod. "I won't let you sleep for long, just a couple of hours. I don't think we'll be attacked again but obviously I'll wake you up if there's a problem."

The 4 of them spread a couple of the coats on the floor as a barrier between the cold metal floor and curl up to sleep. Gale is snoring within minutes; the poor guy must have been shattered after carrying me around and all that walking.

The silence around me is unnerving; all I can hear is the heavy breathing of my sleeping companions. It at least gives me a chance to process the events of earlier, or last night. I don't actually know how much time has passed since then, how long I've spent without Peeta. I wish we'd never left the squadron, how did we think we could survive down here? We have no map down here; we have no idea which direction to walk.

The silence is suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps. It's impossible to be quiet down here; the long metal tubes amplify even the smallest sound. The sound gets louder and louder, I am 100% sure that whoever or whatever is coming are targeting us. I hear the voice before I see where it belongs, "I'm sorry, I'm just following orders. I don't want to hurt you but they told me to," it's instantly recognizable. I never thought I'd hear that voice again, especially not in muttation form. Prim.