I shake Peeta frantically, screaming for him and the others to awake. Peeta jolts our of his half asleep faze when he hears the terrible noise of the voices calling after me.
"They're mutts!" He shouts, yanking his gun to his side.
We start to escape from our hidding place, out into the open corridor. Shrieks bounce of the walls, echoing after us. Pollux leads the way, stomping through the wet puddles before us. We reach the train tracks and hop over them to the other side, racing around the corner to find a way out of this soon to be hell hole.
"KATNISS!" The mutts moan, closing in on us from behind. Peeta grabs my hand and holds it tight, daring any of them to touch me. I get up enough nerve to look behind me as we run. The sight makes me recoil in disgust. Many mutant-like skeletal humans stubble after us. Gray and covered in slime. There faces blank, no eyes, no nose, no ears. Just a gaping mouth with shark teeth.
"Keep going!" I scream, turning away from the mutts.
It's not long before we reach the main sewer disposal. A large room, filled with rivers of muck. Our escape starts to slow down as we are forced to stomp through the water. I hear a yell from behind me, I look back to see one of the mutts attacking Sergeant Jackson. Trying to rip her to shreds. Soon, we are at war with the creatures. My bow shoots more arrows than I can count at the devils, causing each one to scream in agony as they fall under the sewer slime.
The chaos continues as we all attempt to run from them as we fight. Somehow, I find myself standing back to back with Peeta, fighting against Snow's creatures. As I shoot an explosive arrow at a group of mutts, I hear Peeta cry as on of the things bite his shoulder. In which case, I have to drag him away from a nasty group coming for us. Using my bow, I jam it into one of the mutts, the others I kick in the face.
The water sloshes as we stubble towards the other end of the room, a hallway greets the entrance and Peeta and I take it. Who knows which of our squad is following us, for the screams create a blur in my mind. Peeta cries out in pain as I am forced to pull him as we run. Before I think we will never escape this underground inferno, Peeta spots a ladder descending from the distance. We race to it. I look back quick enough to spot most of our group following. Unfortunately, some mutts are making their way too.
At last we reach the ladder, Peeta pushes me up it with his good arm. We climb up to the top, which emerges out into one of the Capital streets. Freedom. After my feet touch the ground, I turn to help the rest up. Peeta climbs, then Gale, Cressida, Pollux, Messalla . . . We are still missing three. I know Sargeant Jackson is gone, for I watched her gruesome death as one of the mutts bit her right in the chest down there. By the look on Pollux's face, Castor must be dead too.
"Where's Finnick?" I ask frantically. Nobody answers.
Just then, we hear a scream come from the sewer depths.
"Katniss!"
"Finnick!" I shout, running to the ladder. Though Peeta reaches it first, and jumps down the hole.
"PEETA!" I shriek, bracing myself to jump too. Gale holds me back though, telling me there is no use in following him.
"No! Get your hands off of me! I'm not letting them both die down there!" I scream at him. Kicking and clawing at his tight grip.
We wrestle until I hear another voice call out from the sewer.
"It's okay . . . I've got him!" After a few moments Peeta miraculously staggers up the ladder, Finnick dragging behind him.
They both collapse upon the pavement. Peeta looks up at me with wide eyes, breathing heavily. I don't know wether to slap him in the face or kiss the heck out of him. I look over at Finnick, who gushes blood, going in and out of conciousness. Gale hauls him up over his shoulders. Cressida tells us very fast and feverishly that she knows a place where we can hide. We follow her blindly.
Running as fast as we can without hurting the injured we have behind us, we reach a dingy shop on the corner of an alleyway. The windows are decorated with fur coats. Cressida raps on the door in a confusing pattern. It opens to reveal a tiger? No, not a tiger, but a tiger like person. With slit eyes, a pink nose, and even wiskers.
"Tigris . . . you remember me, right? It's Cressida. We need your help. Look, I'm with the Mockingjay." She steps back to reveal me. I blink a couple of times as she looks me down.
"Come in." She whispers in a scratchy voice.
Author's Note: Hey everyone! Yeah, I saved your guy Finnick. I mean, how could I not? Sorry for the short chapter, felt like I needed to end it there. Also, I had a little mixup with chapter 24 and I apologize if you were not informed of the update. I'm pretty sure it's available now, just so you know. Thanks to everyone for the support in making this re-write come to life!