Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

Tap Tap Tap

Do they know we're here? Either way, they could walk in from the desert any moment. And if they do, then bye bye life. I turn to Robin and press my finger to my lips. He nods, and slowly picks up one of the backpacks, then hides behind one of the trees in the forest. I pick up the other, and the blanket, and the flask, and climb the tree in the centre of the clearing to a safe height of about 6 metres.
"Hey!" Shouts one of the careers, "There's a clearing in here, it could be a place to set up camp!"
They all flood into the clearing, all 5 of them.
"Looks like we have neighbours," sneers Kamalyn, pointing out the shelter and the fire pit.
"D'you think whoever it is is still here?" Asks Rift.
"Probably. Check the stick teepee, and search the surrounding area. I'll check the trees," she says, and starts to climb the one to the left of mine.
Oh crap. I'll have to go higher, and I just hope Robin knows to run away.
Now I'm about 12 metres up, the highest I can go. And Kamalyn's gaining on me like a bullet.
Just as she yells, "No one's up here," I step out on a two, maybe 3 inch thick branch that reaches out to another tree. 12 metres up, and walking a high wire.
She notices me. Why wouldn't she? It's not like I'm invisible, or invincible, so if she was rock the branch even slightly I would plummet to the ground like a stone.
I'm about halfway across the branch, and my heart is beating so hard. All I can hear is the sound of my unsteady footsteps on the wood.
What is it about their
tap
tap
tap
that makes me want to fall?
I reach up for one of the vines. They'll probably be strong enough to hold me if I fall. Or if I decide to swing on them. Carefully, I take the rope out of my bag and tie it around my waist and to the vine. 3... 2... 1... and, holding on tighter than ever before, I jump out.
If it was any other situation, I would be enjoying the view. But there's something strangely unaesthetic about a group of killer- maniac- teenagers.
My knees make first contact, and then my face. I pull the vine off the tree and climb down, jump the last 2 metres, and roll with the impact. I don't care anymore, I just need to run, and hope Robin has gotten away safely. All 5 careers are chasing, why wouldn't they? One 14 year old against a group of brutal killers.
Something hits me in the face, and I roll into something spiky, maybe a bush? Whatever it is, I'm welcoming it. Air isn't coming to me so freely anymore, breathing is hard and rough. I just curl up and hope that Robin is okay.

Ugh. Less and less words every chapter! I was just going to give up today, but something small spurred me on. Maybe it was and update streak of 2 weeks XD and don't ask about the chapter name it was going to be idk lol so I'm guessing this is better. Random fact: You are reading this fact.

-Katherine