Rose on Fire

Chapter 95

(Katniss POV)
I look around at the group, everyone forms into a moving circle. Which is huge with everyone in it. We send 3 people out to look through the tents. We stay on the main roads. I look around the empty desert landscape. About 200 tents are set up perfectly in lines. A truck pulls into the gates, it starts to mow over tents all in a line. A few people rush out, we shoot them, and the team of three helps move their bodies out of the way. This all seems a bit to easy. I look up to where President Snow's fortress sits. There's probably over a hundred people in there helping to from a plan to kill us. I haven't gotten to take one shot at anyone, but I know I will soon. Peeta stands next to me, squishing me against Gale on my other side. Peeta is trying to squish me into the center of the circle, but I move forward instead of backward angering him. The truck mows over a few more tents, about 10 people jump out, guns facing us, one shoots just as I and others next to me do. The bullet hits Gale in the chest, he winces, zips down his jacket a bit and pulls the bullet out of his bullet proof jacket and plays with the bullet in his fingers. He hands the bullet to me, I can feel it's still warm, the bullet is crushes like it just splattered like jelly, and hardened. He pops a small red pill in his mouth, and dry swallows it. Probably pain medication.  The truck is a quarter of the way done now, but we haven't seen many people. Something lands on the shoulder of my vest, I pull it out and see a small syringe, the syringe didn't let out any liquid from what I can tell. I look up and see a large flying object high up, it shoots again hitting a man in the neck. He pulls out the syringe which has released whatever was in it. Everyone looks up and sees it, so everyone starts running for the truck. We hop in and lock the door. The man puts his hand to his chest, his face covered in pain. "I think it's filled with oxygen," I say to everyone. Cressida's eyes immediately with fear, "To much oxygen in the blood and heart will kill in a matter of minutes," she says worried. "What's your blood type," she asks him. "I don't know," he says his voice creaking with fear and pain. She grabs a first aid kit, takes her knife, and lightly pushes the tip into a vein in his wrist. Blood immediately starts to drip from his wrist. She dabs it with a q tip, and smears the blood on the q tip onto a machine. The machine beeps and says AB on the screen. "Yes," she says with a tight smile, relief shows in her eyes. "What does that mean," he asks. "You can take blood from any donor it doesn't matter what type," she says reassuring him. "I don't know if this will work but it's your best shot," she says. She hooks a needle into her arm, and the other into his, blood immediately starts to flow from her vein into his, she takes her knife, and has him lay on his side, the left side of his neck facing upward, she takes her knife and slits a small incision into his neck. Blood begins to run quickly, she puts pressure on one side of the cut to keep blood in. I see a few bubbles of air drain out of the artery, but not much, then he passes out. "No, no,no," Cressida says. "Someone please help he needs more blood," she says. She puts her head to his chest. From what I can tell he's no longer breathing, Cressida has tears well up in her eyes, she lets them out. "He's gone," she says. I look around, everyone frozen in place at what just happened. Snow has a new weapon, and it works well.