Cecelia- District 8/ Age-12
I sigh heavily and jump down from my tree, careful not to push Breeze off. We slept in a large tree while Andrea and Quinn sat at the bottom of it. They couldn't climb it. Wimps.
I figure that as long as I'm awake I may as well do something useful. I sneak my bow from Andrea's grasp, because I had traded her for her mace after I killed Gloria. She couldn't use a mace at all, but she was decent with a bow and arrow. I'm better. I stop once I've shot two rabbits and a squirrel, because it's really hot out. I'm good with cold weather, but I can't stand heat. I throw the dead animals next to Quinn, who is still asleep, and go off in search of a source of water.
I find a small, dry riverbed that I suppose used to hold water. I think about what this means in terms of dehydration. I remember passing a huge pond not to far from the Corucopia, and wonder if that's still full. Probably. I trudge back to our tree and shake Breeze until his eyes flutter open.
"What is it?" He asks, rubbing his eyes. I put a finger to my lips and lead him to the 'river.' He nods thoughtfully. We slowly pack up our supplies back at camp and cook the animals I shot. We sit quietly, nibbling on a rabbit until Andrea wakes up.
"You took my bow," she says automatically. I remind her that it was my bow until I traded her because she couldn't use a mace, which I was fully capable of bludgening her to death with right now. She rolls her eyes.
"Oh, Andrea," Breeze pipes. "I need to show you something." He leads her away to the river, and I climb up a tree, allowing my eyes to close for the first time since the Capitol.
"Breeze! Andrea! Cecelia!" Quinn screams. She stretches her finger out to the distance, and I follow her gaze. What is that? It's kinda pretty... Why is she screaming? It's coming closer, I can feel myself being pulled towards it. I lift my mace, but I can't fight this thing. Oh, no...
My eyes snap open. "Breeze! Andrea! Cecelia!" I hear Quinn scream. Why is this so much like my dream? I usually dream of the past, not the future. Something else is similar to my dream, as well.
There's a twister coming straight at us.
Andrea- District 9/ Age-14
Breeze shows me the dried out pond and I groan. This is definetly not good. Then I hear Quinn screaming our names and Cecelia just screaming in general. You'd think someone who'd killed, what, four people? would be a little more chill. Whatever. I hear something loud, kinda like a strong wind, and I grab Breeze and pull him to our little camp. I gasp when I see Quinn pointing and screaming, because there's a twister heading right for us.
We grab the supplies that they couldn't carry and run, trying to beat the wind. "Be ironic if this killed me, enh?" Breeze mutters. "Poor Breeze was killed by a strong breeze." I stifle a laugh and he grins. Breeze definetly knows how to cheer people up, even if it's true.
I drop something. I look back and yell at them to keep running, I'll catch up in a second. I run back to pick up what I dropped, my little golden locket with a picture of my brothers and parents in it. I feel someone pulling me along. Who is it? It can't be one of my allies, because they were running the other way.
I look up just in time to see the twister engulfing me. I clutch the locket and whisper a prayer, then I'm swept off into oblivion.
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