Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection

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 Is Robin okay? Did he get away in time, has he got enough food in his backpack to last him until we meet back up? He should do, I made sure when I split the supplies that there would be enough for a few days apart, and if he rations the water then he'll be good.
The seal of the Capitol shows in the dark sky. No deaths today. I wonder who will be next? It mainly depends on who has found water, but they all should have because at the end of day 2, in scorching heat and hardly any shelter, most people would have died of thirst. To be honest, I'm surprised even I'm alive. The odds were that I would die in the bloodbath, and I guess that's what I expected.
Where would Robin go? If I were him, I would go to the stream, and hide there. It's a place we both know, and it isn't too far away from our camp. And I guess I would just wait it out there until I arrived.
That's where I'm going then. I gather my stuff and walk through the woods in the direction I think the stream is. But when I get there, the night is empty. I kneel on the bank, feeling around for anything that might tell me if Robin is nearby, and my hand sinks into something warm and sticky. Blood.
Whose? Mine? Robin's? Someone else's?
A faint whimper drifts from one of the bushes.
"Robin?!" I gasp.
"Yes. Can you help? I have a wound on my lower leg, That boy, the one from 2, he got me."
I rifle through both of our bags, trying to find some medicine or bandages or something.
"Iris? I got sent a sponsor gift, I think it's medicine, but it hurts too much for me to do it."
He screws off the lid and hands it to me. There are painkillers, a roll of bandages and some disinfectant gel. Two of the painkillers are missing, and I'm guessing Robin has already consumed them.
"This might hurt," I tell him, and rub some of the gel into his wound, rinse it with water, apply some more and wrap it in bandages.
"You good?"
"Not really. But for the sake of the question, yes, I'm fine."
I squidge up in the bush next to him, give him a hug, and wrap his cold body in the blanket. I can do without tonight.
Sleep comes quickly, which is surprising, given the fact that I'm lying, exposed, in the cold night air. You would think the temperature would keep me awake, but evidently my need for sleep is greater than I thought.
There's an axe in my hands, dripping with blood, and Robin is whimpering on the ground next to me. What have I done? I drop the axe, right onto his crying form, which finishes him off in seconds. Then I turn around and flee.

I woke up this morning, which is an achievement. Not because I'm lazy or unmotivated, but it's an achievement because to wake up you have to fall asleep. And now I'm hyper. I was throughout all of school this afternoon, because my friends and I had this huge Eid celebration, everyone brought in cake or sweets or biscuits and everyone got hyper. Thanks for reading, pls vote if you enjoyed it.

-Katherine