Author's Note
I do not own the Hunger Games.
d10f
They spend the night sleeping in shifts.
It's better than last night, when there was only the two of them and neither of them got enough rest. She doesn't trust any of them, but they're useful at the moment.
d9f
She tries to sleep, but every time she closes her eyes she sees the panic on the boy's face as she cut through his flesh.
Her new ally understands.
He's from Seven, a tall, muscular boy, everything her District partner had not been.
They swallow their fear and bile and set off to hunt in the morning.
d12f
She's woken as he shakes her awake and springs to her feet as the three tributes race across the ground towards them.
They take off, darting around the gravestones, tripping and stumbling over the uneven ground, but his legs are longer than hers and all too quickly there's a sharp pain in her chest and she feels her legs give way.
d7m
They don't find any tributes, but they do find rabbits.
d4f
Most days she doesn't mind not knowing things any more.
She's a bit old for that.
She's grown out of that.
Some days though…
Well, some days, it would be nice.
She fingers her rapier and wonders when it will come.
She wants to face it with her head high.
d3m
He doesn't fight them when they find him.
d10m
She hadn't been much (she hadn't been anything) but she had been home.
He wishes he hadn't let her fall behind and then tells himself he can't afford to think like that if he wants to survive.
He sees another small alliance and considers it for a moment before turning away.
He can't get attached.
d9f
There are thirteen of them left on day two, and three of those kills can be attributed to the pair of them.
She doesn't know whether to feel proud or disgusted.
d1f
Night falls, and another two faces appear in the sky.
She wonders if her sister would have made it this far.
She's glad she never has to find out.