If you love me let me gooooooooooooooooo!

I'm sorry, Panic! is really getting stuck in my head.

Are any of my fellow fans reading this? Eh, probably not.

I'll go sulk in a corner now.

Katniss Everdeen

I run as fast as I can, the dry leaves crunching under my feet. I find a tree that is easy for me to climb and climb up at least 15 feet off the ground. I can't afford to be on the ground for too long or else someone may find me.

I lean against the trunk of the tree, looking through my bag. I see a few small throwing knives at the bottom of the bag, along with a bag full of dried fruit.

That's it? Seriously?! I think to myself.

I know, for a fact, that I'm not good with throwing knives, especially when someone is attacking me. Back on the train, I couldn't even throw that knife at the wall correctly and that was in front of Peeta and Haymitch. I can't even imagine what I would be like in here.

If someone possibly attacks me like Glimmer did, back at the cornucopia, I could use the knife without having to throw it. I would also not lose it as easily if I missed my target.

If somebody is attacking me from a distance, I would have no choice but to run.

Something snaps me out of my thoughts; footsteps. They are coming from directly under me, so I pull my knees to my chest as quietly as I can, so they aren't just dangling there.

I slowly tilt my head to look at the ground below me and I see a familiar person, Peeta. He's probably with the careers, so I stay silent.

He's talking to somebody in a hushed tone, which doesn't make sense. If he's with the careers, they don't care because everyone is too afraid of them.

I hold my breath and listen to what he's saying, closely.

"-I can't climb to save my life...Literally!"

"Well, you'll have to give it a try!" The voice is of a young female, higher pitched than mine, but with a gentle tone. It isn't a career's voice; it's Rue's.

I am so astonished that I lose my balance and almost fall off my branch, letting out a very loud gasp. Hugging the branch, to not fall off, it becomes silent below me. So silent, that I'm afraid to breath.

My legs are dangling in the air and they can probably see my arms wrapped around the branch. It's not a secret that I'm up here anymore.

"Katniss?" It's so silent I can barely hear it.

I can't hide anymore.

I turn to the side, to look below me. Peeta and a now visible Rue are standing there, looking directly at me. I feel calm now, as I look them in the eyes. I know that I can trust them.

I open my mouth to say something when I smell smoke.

"Fire!" I hear Rue say, alarmed.

Quickly climbing down, holding my bag in my hand tightly, I tell them both, "Let's go!"

I don't care what they think, I just need to get out of here with them.

They start running alongside me. The fire is about 20 yards behind us, but it's spreading fast.

That's when I realize something; the game makers are probably leading us to the career pack. I barely escaped them by myself and I had to climb a tree to do so.

I stop abruptly, not knowing what to do. "Come on!" Rue yells, looking at me like I'm crazy.

I can feel the heat of the fire, behind me.

"Run!" I hear Peeta yell at me.

I feel the heat right behind me and I feel a searing pain in the lower part of my leg. I don't have time to plan this out.

We all start sprinting and I almost fall over because of the burn on my leg.

I need to go where the fire is not leading me; away from the careers.

The cornucopia is a little bit ahead of us, that's where the fire is taking us. That's where the careers most-likely are.

"Follow me!" I scream to them, over the roar of the flames, "I have a plan!"

I see a small part of the forest, with not many trees surrounding it, which is just dirt and a few small weeds. The fire won't spread there.

I take a sharp right turn and run across it, coming awfully close with the fire, lapping at my heels. Peeta and Rue are close behind me.

We keep running.

I can't hear anything.

I can't even feel my legs.

My lungs feel like they are about to burst.

I feel so dizzy.

I can't take it anymore.

I fall to the side and everything goes black.

I just literally described how it would feel when I was running at a track meet for cross country.

I'm sorry if you don't understand something in this chapter. It's 11:30 at night and I'm very tired for some odd reason.

Happy Thanksgiving! (If you celebrate it, of course)