Into The Wilderness: A Hunger Games Story

17: Surprise Attack

Prim's P.O.V.

After checking the sky every night for the past week, I can safely say that there are six people left. Me, Cato, Clove, the guy from 6, the girl from 9 and one other person neither of us could figure out. Oh well.

Anyway, I'm hoping I'll live to the final four. Cato too, obviously. I don't want to die alone.

Cannon boom. One....two.... Their images flash briefly overhead. District 6 and District 9. They'll be bringing the families in for the interviews now. The final four right?

I made it. Somehow, I'm still alive. Do I actually have a chance at this?

Of course you do, Prim, shut up.

I snuggle down deeper in the sleeping bag with a sleeping Cato next to me. I'm keeping watch when suddenly, the bush rustles about ten yards from me. I grab my little dagger just in case, my arm on Cato.

Then, the unexpected happens. Clove jumps out from the bushes, rage burning in her eyes, and I wouldn't be surprised if she was foaming at the mouth. I gasp, and desperately shake Cato as she creeps closer, her head cocked to her left.

I almost scream, but then remember where we are. Then I remember there are almost no people left to hear me scream.

Cato wakes up, is groggy, and looks for a kiss like there usually is before I fall asleep. I point to Clove, whimpering, and he snaps out of it. Quickly undoing the zipper on the sleeping bag, he releases both of us, and I scurry backwards as he grabs his sword in one fluid motion.

"Clove, what are you doing?"

His voice is dangerously soft. This isn't normal for him. He's trying to lure her in. He tilts his head and looks at her as if he wants her to advance.

She does. Bad move, buddy. Then I remember that I want her dead, don't I?

Suddenly, she attempts to dart around him and head straight for me, spear angled above her head, pulling back, ready for release. My eyes widen and I try to move backwards, but I'm backed by rock and can't move anywhere but sideways or forward. I'm an easy target.

Suddenly, Cato intercepts her and grips her in a headlock. She's screaming and thrashing and trying to escape, but she can't. It's inevitable.

She died painfully, that's all I'll say. I'm not looking to relive it anytime soon.

I don't even know I'm crying until I feel his rough, calloused fingers brushing the tears away.

"C'mon, shh, shh, it's okay. You're safe now."

But he's lying, we both know it. No one's ever safe in the Hunger Games.