𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 | THE HUNGER GAMES

Twenty seven

Twenty-seven

Kamari

"The messages have started coming through. We only need to meet up with Johanna and then we can finally get it over with." Finnick whispered to me as we walked out of the salty water. Finnick shook his head like a wet dog as droplets landed on me and I made a disgusted face at him. I could still hear the faint sound of raining coming from another section of the forest. I knew it was one of the other challenges that Plutarch must have added. In all my conversation with the man, I had come to know one thing. He was creatively deranged. And maybe in another life, one where I wasn't subjected to it, I could've appreciated it.

Maybe Alia could've been a famous artist who appreciated it as well. Maybe Matt could have married Trixie and they could have been happy. Maybe Keith could see Kiara grow up safely. Maybe Mike and Joey could open their own bar. Maybe I could finally have kids. Maybe my family would have been torn apart. I shook my head. I didn't have time to dwell on 'maybe's.

We had a fight coming. And not being present would be what got me call.

We had a war to fight.

We had a war to win.

For the sake of everyone who helped us. We couldn't afford loosing. We wouldn't just die. We would take everyone down with us.

Long story short, loosing wasn't an option.