Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, and torture... so far. Now adding: depression, cheating, heartbreak, underage, implied prostitution, suicidal thoughts, someone having acid thrown on them, smut, implied rape/non-con. I'll add more as the story wears on, just in case.

Disclaimer: Credit goes to HannahSongla for the story idea. Please go check out her Hayniss story similar to this - Sweetheart. Credit goes to Suzanne Collins for the verse and the characters. I don't really own anything but the text of these one-shots. And no, that doesn't mean the song lyrics or the playlist. Enjoy c:

AN: If you want the full lyrics to these songs and you don't feel like searching them ALL separately, then you can search TSOWAT on YouTube. (If it shows a whole bunch of irrelevant stuff, just click 'search instead for TSOWAT'). It's a playlist with all the songs w/ lyrics in case you want to sing along or see exactly why these all fit Hayniss so well. Just a PSA.

Song: I Should Go by Levi Kreis

I Should Go

And it's strange
All we have in common
And your company was just the thing
I needed tonight

It all happened so quickly. She knows should have been watching him, and that she should have been protecting him. He was just one man with a belt of rusted throwing knives and a double-barrel that his father had given him. She had enough guns and ammunition to put down a Russian army. But she wasn't watching him, because they were overrun and she had other priorities like her little sister who had almost slipped and fell to her death of hungry infected mouths. She knew that he'd be okay for the time being, she knew that he could handle himself if he had Peeta along with him. Hell, the man had single-handedly taken out an entire horde while allowing Peeta to go rescue her and her sister. To him this was a game of kickball.

But then, right before the horde starts to disperse, it happens. One minute he's doing perfectly fine, back to back with Peeta and facing the flesh-eating freaks with that cocky grin that she loved to look at in the shadows of the night, and the next minute he's screaming out for her in agony and collapsing to the sizzling pavement with a heavy thud. Prim and Peeta scream at the same time, watching as he's made into some infected's lunch, but for the first two minutes she just stands and stares. She just stares and watches because how does one react to their lover being eaten by disease riddled freaks.

Katniss watches stupidly as he's overpowered by two of the infected, and brought to his knees. Even though, he's at his lowest, he doesn't stop fighting. He attempts to push them off, but they're stronger than they look. One uses his distractedness and takes a bite out of his arm, ripping away the flesh and chewing down. That one gets a knife to the skull, but it's too late - it's saliva is already in his system, the venom is going to start working within seconds. The other is almost immediately disposed of by Peeta, who - up until now - had been preoccupied himself. Haymitch growls as soon as the threat is gone and falls back, his other hand coming up to hold the bite and attempting to squeeze the already circulating venom out of it. The horde is almost completely dead by this point - five or six more remain, but Prim and Peeta can handle them - and even if it hadn't been, she wouldn't have cared. Katniss jumps from the top of the bright yellow Cadillac that she'd originally stolen from him and practically skids towards him, most of her weapons dropping to the ground on the way to him. Prim was right behind her, she didn't need to worry about her sister.

Katniss reaches him but she knows it's too late for him. A chunk of his flesh is missing, bleeding profusely and clotting already. Puddles of thick red slime fall to the ground, the venom slowly turning his blood into a gelatin as the first stages of the turn begin. There's just no way he's going to survive - even if they could stop the venom from circulating, his blood would still be a general solid in his body, and he would die from that. Either way, he was screwed from head to toe. Anyone who got bitten was screwed, but she wanted - just this once - for this entire fucked up universe to make an exception for him.

"Damn, 'mitch," she says through her tears, brushing his dirty black hair from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, the slate grey irises gone from his sight. He's slipping, and he's going fast. She has ten, fifteen minutes with him, tops. And that's only if the blood clotting kills him before the actually infection reaches his brain and turns him. "What'd you go and do to yourself, huh?"

"Ah, sweetheart. It ain't all my fault," he smiles back - weakly, because it's hard to smile when you're in this much pain -, but it falters and then slips into a grimace when he sees her crying. His thumb comes up weakly, blood and dirt smearing her cheeks as he attempts to wipe them away. "Sweetheart, no. C'mon, none of that. We knew it would happen one day."

"But it wasn't supposed to happen to you, 'mitch," she whines, her head falling to his chest and sobs slipping from her throat. His heartbeat is steadily picking up - he was turning fast. She wasn't going to have enough time to say what she wanted to, to him. "It wasn't... it can't end this way. Not when I just got you back. Please, Haymitch, please." She's groveling she knows, but at this point, she's willing to do anything to get him back. She'd cut her own heart out if it meant that he could live to see another sundown.

"C'mon, you can't fall apart sweetheart. You know what you have to do for me," he says, pressing a pistol in her fingers with tremor ridden hands. Tears fall harder and land in big droplets on his face, and Haymitch can't help but feel guilty. They'd just found happiness - whatever happiness you can get in a zombie-ridden earth. It wasn't fair that they lost everything after they'd gained something.

"Haymitch, I can't do this, not without you. Please, don't die," she whispers, as a childish plea to him. It's not like he can just postpone or stop his death. It didn't work that way, unfortunately for the both of them. He laughs at the idea, before coughing. Thick putty-like blood dribbles from the corner of his mouth and falls onto his shirt. She bites her lip to keep from screaming. He was really going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.

"A bit late for that now," he replies, cupping the back of her head and smiling weakly. She laughs through her tears, attempting to stop his tremors with her hands, holding his other hand in both of hers and praying to whatever god there was that he didn't go out this way.

"I love you, 'mitch," she breathes, the words slipping from her lips in a final plea.

"I love you too, Katniss," he replies, his hand moving to thumb away her tears again. Katniss' hair falls to curtain both their faces as she kisses him, a kiss that tastes of dirt, sweat, blood and tears. Mostly, it tastes of goodbyes and death. She doesn't really realize how hard she's crying until he starts singing, his voice a low rumble in his chest. She presses her ear against his heart again, and it's beating a mile a minute. Five more minutes, maybe. And then he's dead, and she's alone with only her sister. And she's lost the love of her life.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine-" he breaks off as the first effects of the turn hits him, and pain wretches his body. His body spasms and seizes, his eyes fading over into a milky white. Katniss slaps his cheek desperately, begging for him not to go yet. Not yet, please god, not yet.

"You make me happy, when skies are grey," she continues, wiping red foam from his lips with her shirt. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away." A scream comes from his throat, and then everything goes quiet. When he moves again, it'll be an attempt to eat her. Her Haymitch is gone - this Haymitch was nothing but a walking vessel, sent from hell to feast on human flesh. Haymitch was dead.

"Katniss, we have to go. We have to... put him down," Peeta says, when he realizes that the turn is almost complete. She shakes her head, not quite ready to let go of him. She knew that Haymitch was gone forever, but she didn't want to fully grasp it yet.

"No!" Katniss screams, covering his body with her own. She couldn't let go - she wouldn't let go.

"Katniss please. We can't stay here forever. He'll turn. Do you want me to... do it for you?" Her sister, Prim offers. Katniss grips the pistol tightly in her hand, the cold metal feeling hot and burning into her palm. She pulls up her sleeve, glancing at the 'H' burned into her wrist with a lighter. Their one stupid act of love, the symbolism of their relationship. You can't fall apart, sweetheart. You know what you have to do for me.

"No. He would have... wanted me to do this. No backing down."

The sound of a bullet echoes through the atmosphere and joins her screams in a heavenly harmony.

I should go
before my will gets any weaker
And my eyes begin to linger
Longer than they should

AN: In case you were wondering - this verse is Zombieland.