Into The Wilderness: A Hunger Games Story

14: Frostbite and Wandering

Prim's P.O.V.

The thought flits its way through my head, almost faster than I can comprehend. So fast, I almost miss it entirely. I stop as the thought pulls me up short. I freeze as I try to understand my own thought process. Why would I even think that? I'm not suicidal! Although it is a good idea to show the Gamemakers up, it's not as drastic as I would like. I think...I think the romance thing is killing them though. It's a whole new ballgame for them. As far as I remember, this is a new one.

But suicide? I think not.

I sigh, and continue my seemingly endless trek through the woods.

Clove's P.O.V.

I sit rocking back and forth in the camp, bored as hell.

Why did he have to run off with her? Sighing, I stop my constant movement and glance around, eyes drifting briefly to the knife in my hand and think of the array I have embedded in my jacket.

I think of Glimmer's slashed dead body and all the moans of the dying in the Cornucopia and resume my rocking. I must look insane to these Capitol people, but I don't care. I'm not as strong as my front pretends to be. 

Marvel emerges from his tent, fairly alert for someone who supposedly just woke up from a nap. My eyes narrow as I automatically tense up.

"That was a quick nap."

"Yeah, I'm a light sleeper." I can see it in his eyes that he's lying.

"You couldn't sleep?"

He gives in. "....Yeah."

I chuckle darkly. "Understandable."

I push myself into standing in a fluid, nonstop movement. My joints protest from being locked in the same position for so long.

"Well, 'nite."

"Same."

I retire to my tent, where I don't sleep. All I do is stare at the roof of the tent as the wind that had drifted in rattled the sides.

I almost feel bad for Marvel, but then I remember that he's someone I probably will have to kill. Then I feel a little worse.

The wind picks up steadily and I curl up in the sleeping bag, trying to conserve my body heat, eventually falling into a troubled sleep.

-

I wake from my slumber and sit up. Icicles seem to be falling from the top of my tent. What the..? I step outside and look to see snow on the ground and Marvel a little frozen blue ball curled up on the ground. I check for a pulse and... nothing. He's dead. I shrug. Whatever. Makes my life easier.

I stand from my crouch and turn my back on the dead boy behind me as the cannon booms. I take a pack and stuff some of everything into it. Guess I'm going solo.

I have to find them.