Fanpocalypse

Chapter One: St. Mungo's

PART BY: @Macy_Cat44101

“You can’t go in there, Katniss, it’s suicide!”

“I have to get that medicine, Gale, or die trying. Primrose needs it,” I say defiantely.

“But Katniss, the hospital’s been overrun with zombies for months. There’s no possible way-” I cut Gale off.

“Then I’ll find a way. Goodbye.”

“No! Katniss, take me with you!” yells Gale hurriedly as I pull an arrow out of my quiver.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do that. Primrose is my sister. I can’t have you risking your life for her. You’ve already done that enough,” I say, my voice trembling. I pull the rope out from my pack, the stupid orange pack that has gotten us caught far too many times, and begin to tie it around the arrow in a knot Finnick showed me.

“Gale, if I don’t come back within two hours, go back to camp without me. I’ll either find my way back on my own-” My voice cracks.

“Or… Y’know,” I finish lamely.

Gale’s grey eyes stare helplessly into mine before he sighs.

“Okay. Be safe. You know that we couldn’t live without you.”

They could live without me. Instead, I find the hidden meaning in his words… Gale can’t live without me. And I know. Which is why I must come back.

“I will.”

I pull back the arrow and then release it, and it hits its mark on a third-story window of the gray hospital building. I begin to tie the rope around my waist, in a knot that Finnick’s adoptive grandmother, Mags, taught me.

I hear Gale start walking over to wait in our hijacked golf cart. It somehow seemed safer than out in the open, despite the fact that it had not walls, obviously, being a golf cart.

I finish the knot and grasp the rope, ready to make the climb up. I try not to look back to Gale, but just before I start to climb I glance back his way. I have to come back, not only for Prim, but for Gale. If I don’t come back, he might find another partner… no. Gale is mine, and I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.

I tug on the rope to check its stability. The arrow is tightly wedged between two bricks, just as I planned it. I doubt anyone else could have made that shot, except maybe Gale. Still, the building is old and crumbling. The bricks could easily become dislodged. I’ll just have to run on faith and dumb luck, like I always do. Unfortunately, luck does not seem to be on my side.

I grasp the rope higher and begin to pull myself up. Then there’s the terrifying moment when my other hand has to release the rope to grab higher. Then the other hand. Then the other. I repeat this, my arms trembling from strain, until at last my fingers hit the window ledge. I pull myself up and perch awkwardly, like a bird.

I take my bow off my back and use the edge to smash through the window. The glass is old and brittle, so it breaks easily. I climb carefully through the window, avoiding shards of glass. I scan the area for zombies.

There are none, not that I can see, anyway. I’ve broken into a room, with a clean white bed, a chair, and an empty IV. There was an intact door, thankfully, so I had a few minutes of safety. I reach back out through the window and pull the arrow out of the wall by its shaft. I untie the rope from the arrow, then my waist. I shove the rope into my pack and load the arrow into my bow.

I scan the room again, looking for anything useful. The sheets from the bed would be, but I couldn’t fit them in my pack. There’s nothing besides the furniture except a pill bottle with a single Aspirin left. I pick it up and shove it in my pocket.