Author's Note
I do not own the Hunger Games.
To SongofFete, thank you! This was an experiment for me, and completely different from my usual style, so I'm glad it's working.
d1f
There's only the three of them, so they pack up supplies, gather preferred weapons, and set out altogether.
She's the odd one out, she recognises, and she'll have to be the one to leave eventually. Two is well known for sticking together like glue.
She doesn't regret it though.
She's sixteen – the girl from Two is only fifteen. They haven't seen the pair from Four.
She doesn't want to die, but she loved her sister more.
d6f
She's hungry, and dirty, and wants to be anywhere but here.
She closes her eyes and pretends she's behind the bike sheds instead of this mausoleum.
d5m
He feels lost.
He feels scared.
He feels alone.
He hears them coming.
He tries to run.
The spear pierces him through the back and pins him to the earthy ground.
No one remembers him when he's gone.
d8m
The further they go, the foggier it gets.
He holds tight onto her small backpack.
d2m
Someone must be watching over them, because after they kill the boy from Five they receive a sponsor gift of six warm bread rolls.
They share them and smile, and laugh.
d4m
He wonders if he made the wrong choice during the bloodbath.
d10m
He's sure they're dead when they hear the voices, but it turns out to be a tall, skinny boy and a girl of about their own age.
He's not surprised when she immediately asks them for an alliance.
d3f
She needs water.
She needs food.
She needs rest.
She needs warmth and comfort and guidance.
None come.
d8f
Their alliance of two is now an alliance of four.
She's happy.
d2f
Night is drawing in before they see signs of another tribute.
"There," she says, pointing at the dark smoke in the white fog.
What idiot doesn't know by now not to light a fire, especially in fog?
The girl from Six, as it turns out.
d3m
There are only two faces in the sky tonight.
Neither of them are his, and he's happy with that.