𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 | 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮

Game of Survival - Ruelle
"Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?"

[⌖]

"There's a fire!" Cato shouts. I grab my stuff and run in the direction of one of the fires. I get there and see it's empty. "Little shit!" I scream, knowing this must have been Katniss. I

stomp my boot to the ground as I let out a groan of annoyance.

I hear a scream to stop my little temper tantrum. I go completely silent as I listen for the screams.

They're from Rue, the little girl from 11. I run to the sounds of screams but I'm too late.

By the time I arrive at the scene, I see Marvel on the ground as a canon goes off. I see that Rue has a spear in her stomach as Katniss holds her.

She looks up at me, doesn't even reach for the bow and arrow. I don't reach for any of my weapons either.

I just stare at the scene, my heart hurting a bit as I watch the light fade out of the little girl's eyes. Horror floods through me as I watch Katniss close the girls eyes.

She's dead. She's dead. She's dead. They're all dead. I've killed people. Marvel's dead. Glimmer's dead.

Eventually I meet Katniss's eyes. I just shake my head before turning and bolting in the other direction.

Tears start streaming down my face as I'm running.

I run face first into another person and get thrown to the ground. To my relief, it's Clove.

[⌖]

"So you didn't kill Katniss?" She asks me.

We found our way to a cave and have settled there for the night. I shake my head. "No, she ran to quickly." I lie.

I could've killed her, she was right there.

I hear a beep, must be a sponsor. I open it and see it's a piece of bread and note. "You're growing soft." - F.

I tear the piece in half and throw it to the other side of the cave.

"What did it say?" Clove questions. "Nothing." I smile lightly to reassure her. She doesn't seem convinced but lets it go.

"You got to bed, I'll keep watch." I say, she nods and goes to bed.

I think about the paper, why didn't I kill Katniss?

Why am I becoming so weak? What's wrong with me. I don't know. Five words keep repeating in my head.

We're all going to die.

We're all going to die.

We're all going to die.

We're all going to die.

No.

We're already dead, aren't we?

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shorter chapter this week, but it's super important for the story!

see you next week<3 (or whenever I update the story)

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