A/N: The only reason I'm uploading all this so quickly is because Sam still has to write something so I'm pressuring her. ;D This is Cato.

"We said forever," I sing happily, "and that means forever."

I just want to go back to District Thirteen. I don't even care about what happens back in District Two. Peeta needs to know I'm okay. But I think somewhere, deep down inside, he has to know I'm okay.

I'm alone, but I'm okay.

I'm dead to the world. But I'm okay.

Now, I start seeing animals, meaning I'm getting deeper into the wilderness. I wonder how far off the next District is, whether I'm headed more in the general direction of Two or the Capitol. Please, not near the Capitol. I'd rather go to Two.

That's suicide.

No, going to the Capitol is suicide. I'll be okay in Two. People aren't looking for me.

No one would think to look for me over there. They'd expect me to try to go back to Thirteen.

Once again, it's too far away and I'm lazy and I want this to be over now.

Endless walking. I smell. I'm tired. I'm homesick. Homesick both for my home in District Two and for my home with Peeta. At least I'll be seeing one of those soon, if not the one I prefer more.

What to do when I get to Two? Find out if my mom's still safe? Get my things? Go to the Justice Building?

No, no, that last one is unsafe. Not if my dad's there. I have to kill him separately first. Then, the entire District will have to fall right into my hands. Then the rebels could find out what I did and send backup. And they'll take me home to Peeta so he can smile again.

That fucking smile. I love it.

Running again.

Running. Keep running. Keep going.

But eventually, my feet give out and I collapse into the dirt, scratching my knees on a couple rocks. That's quite alright. I can keep going. I just need to rest for maybe a minute.

I slump against the nearest tree and pull my pant legs up to my mid-thigh to look over my knees. Only one of them is dirty and badly scraped, so I pour a bit of water over the wound and rub it with the sleeve of my borrowed jacket. It'll be fine.

When I feel the wind picking up, I instinctively look up to the sky and see one of the familiar hovercrafts from District Two. Oh, I must be so close!

But I crawl over more into the thick wooded area and hide. If those are Peacekeepers, I don't want them to see me. Don't find me.

So I wait until it passes.

I'll be back soon. I can feel it. Whatever soon is, it isn't too far away.

After my short break and I'm sure there are no more hovercrafts coming, I start walking in the direction the one hovercraft came in. Soon, I'll run again. I can never stop again until tonight.

So, I'm going to my house first if I get there during the day. If at night, then I'll go to my old house and stay there. I just need my father to be not home when I get there. Because then, I'll kill him. If he doesn't come home after a day, I'll go to the Justice Building and kill him there.

He did this to Peeta. He'll pay for that.

How did they bring down District Four?

It's important that I know. They didn't have any bombs. Maybe they took them down when the Peacekeepers were preoccupied with me.

Which means I need a diversion.

No, I'll just kill him first. Come up with some reason for him to come home. Someone's breaking in. Anything.

"I'm going to see Peeta again," I whisper to myself. Just as I thought I'd die...I was given another chance at life. Another chance at him. I will go back, whether it takes a week or a year, and I'll win him back. He came back for me, so I'll go back for him.

Another sip of water. Water is always good. Especially in the company of no one.

"I love you, Peeta." I smile.

I hate the war. I hate the rebellion. I hate District Thirteen.

I hate the Capitol.

And I will destroy everyone in my way to get back to where I belong. In bed with Peeta. Holding hands with Peeta. Spending my life with Peeta.

Running faster.

Before my legs give out again, I sit. I said no stopping, but I need to rest. It's probably about 10:00 in the morning, based on the sun's position in the sky. Keep going.

I have to be getting closer. I have to. I've been running for hours. I haven't slept. I already drove a boat halfway. I think. I hope.

I'll kill him. Not Peeta...my dad. He'll be dead by my birthday. Not Peeta. My dad.

All the trees look the same, but I know I'm getting closer. However long it takes, I'll get there. It's already been a day. A day. Hopefully only a few left. Please, just a few...

Any longer, and I won't be able to go on.

The sun is up high in the sky now. I probably have maybe six hours until nighttime. After all, the sun sets earlier in the winter. So, I can finally get sleep soon.

But all of this walking, running, worrying...it's making me hungry again. This is the last meal of the day. I promise, I tell myself.

So, I eat one of the sandwiches I packed. Chicken.

I have another chicken sandwich with me. I know Peeta also likes chicken, so I want to save it to share with him, but I don't know if I'll make it back to him before it goes bad. I mean, it's in an airtight bag and packed with ice, but I still don't know how much longer it'll stay fresh for.

So, I continue on. The walk from District Twelve to Thirteen wasn't as long as this. District Four just seems so...isolated from the rest of Panem. It's still relatively close to the Capitol, but I think it has the largest stretch of land between it and any other place.

Making me wish I had been sent to the Capitol instead. I would've been in District Two by now.

Eventually, I come across an article of clothing on the ground near a large tree. "What the hell?" I turn my attention to the shredded cloth and pick it up. It looks like a shredded Peacekeeper uniform. This must mean I'm getting close. How close, though? Will I reach it by the end of tomorrow? The next day? Or could this just be very far off from my destination? I guess only time will tell. So keep walking.

I'm just so tired...I haven't slept in over a day...

Don't stop. I need you back.

I'm sorry, Peeta. I'll keep going until nightfall.

Please make it back...I can't live without you.

I know. That's why I'm coming back. I promised.

So I continue on for the rest of the day.

A/N: Uneventful chapter is uneventful. Reviews are nice anyway. xx