Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

Here is good

The anthem plays in the sky, and I stare up through a crack in the rock. 13 faces show, one after another.
The girl from 2.
Both from 3.
The boy from 5.
The 12 year old girl from 6.
Both from 8.
Both from 10.
Both from 11.
Both from 12.
13 deaths in one day, and two of them caused by me. It's terrifying, really. All of them wanted to go home, but all of them died. Fate isn't on anyone's side in the arena.
I wait a few hours before prodding Robin awake again.
"We should go and find somewhere to set up camp," I whisper.
"Okay," he mumbles, stuffing the blanket into his bag.
We crawl out from beneath the rocks and start walking in a random direction. I can tell that Robin's thirsty, but he knows as well as I do that there isn't much water left.
After about 20 minutes of walking in silence across the rough terrain, Robin starts running at full speed to the left. I check around us, to see if there's someone he's running away from, but nobody's there. Confused, I follow him, and when I catch up he splutters in my ear, "An oasis. Up ahead!"
We keep running, using up what is left of our energy. Finally we reach it, and share the water in our bottle, fill it up again and put a water purification tablet in each one.
On the horizon is a dark line of trees. Are they the same ones I saw from the cornucopia? It doesn't matter, it's where we're headed, and nothing can change that. But what if other people are there? It certainly seems a prime destination, there are high chances of more animals, probably a water source, and shade from the sun, all three of which we need.
Eventually we reach the edge of the desert, at the tree line. I can tell that these are fruiting trees, but I don't think they're in season.
Robin stumbles into a small clearing.
By now, the sun is starting to rise an the air has a tinge of warmth to it.
"Here is good," I say.
He takes off his backpack, and dumps it next to one of the trees and starts collecting branches to build a shelter.
"I'm going to go and see if there's a water source nearby, okay? If you need help, scream as loud as you can. And if I shout your name, shout back to say if you're okay or not."
"Okay. I'll keep building this."
I walk off, still carrying my bag. Hopefully there's a stream or a pond somewhere near here. I'm not walking back to that oasis every time we need water.
About a minute later I find it. Actually, I'm up to my ankles in water until I realise that there's a stream running about a minute's walk away from our camp. It'll be useful, very. But can Robin hear me from here?
"Robin!" I call out, as loud as I can.
"Iris! I'm okay!" He shouts back.
"Good! I found a stream, and I'm coming back now!"
"Awesome!"
I run back to our camp, and see that Robin has already finished the shelter. He made it pretty big, big enough for both of us to sleep in. And now he's clearing the stones from a patch in the clearing, and digging a little hole in the dry earth.
"It's a fire pit," he explains, "So that the fires we make don't spread."
"Good idea."
A rabbit runs right through the clearing, into the trees on the other side and back into the middle. Breakfast.
I throw a knife straight into its eye. Robin starts collecting dry grass and small sticks for the fire, and I create a little spit which I slide the rabbit onto, after skinning it.
He lights the fire with the matches in my bag and we wait for the rabbit to cook. When it's done, I cut off a leg and hand it to Robin. He's about to start eating when I hear the footsteps behind us.

Yes don't ask. If there's anything wrong grammar wise or the sentence just doesn't follow, let me know cuz I was half watching a live stream on twitch while writing this... Also did you know that 12% of people's dreams are black and white? Are you one of those people? Thanks for reading, pls vote.

-Katherine