Deep in the Meadow

|11| rescue attempt

West, Kennedy, and Will left one hour ago to Meadow-lark district 11. Only the three of them went. It's probably because West is the leader of this whole shenanigan, Kennedy is his second in command, and Will is his main guard.

I'm glad that they left. That will make whatever Peeta plans, a lot easier. Not to mention that it eliminates a lot of danger that could happen to him if something goes wrong.

I decide to try and get moving so I can get my mind off of everything that can go wrong. Ever since I had Rye, I've not gotten a lot of time to hunt and get as much exercise as I'd like to. Whenever Gale comes over we go in the woods and hunt, but that's a rare occasion.

Lifting myself off the table I stretch my arms and legs. Then I jog in place surprised to find that it feels good on my leg muscles and kind of gives me this flashback to when Johanna and I were recovering in district 13 and started to train for the rebellion in the beginner classes.

A few workers give me a weird look as I jog in place. It's like they're confused as to why I'm not still crying in the corner. But I ignore them because they have no authority over me. From what I've observed, every single one of them is scared of West. The mutts too. I think that the workers even feel bad for me. I'm not sure why, but they are.

Even though the people who were turned to mutts are mad at West for kidnapping them and turning them into wolf mutts to build an army and serve him, they, for some reason, still show anger towards him despite the consequences of it. They must be really mad at him if they can still show it through all the mutated genetics running through their bodies. Apparently West just gathered helpless Capitol citizens and turned them into mutts without their permission. Now they have no choice but to serve him. So I guess if I were them, I would be furious too.

As I stop jogging and stretch my legs out again. I start to get anxious. It's a weird feeling to have. Being nervous about something your not sure about and don't know what's going to happen, but know it's going to happen. I've had this feeling another time before. When the group of people went to go rescue Peeta from the Capitol. I was feeling exactly like this at that time while I waited, not knowing if he was ok. If he was alive. Then it hits me, maybe he doesn't think I'm alive either. You can never tell. He may think that he's rescuing a dead body.

"Excuse the interruption. All scientists and mutation workers must report to floor 2 for a quick meeting. Repeat, all scientists and mutation workers must report to floor 2 for a quick meeting. Thankyou." A sterile mans voice says. It sounds too filtered to be real. Almost robotic.

Then, without another word, the -around one-hundred-workers slowly stop what they are doing, and obey filing into the elevator shaft. A few cast an inwards glance at me, looking sorry for me.

Group by group I watch as every person gets shuttled down to floor 2 for the meeting. The gym becomes empty and eerily silent within five minuets. I like it better this way.

As I start to run in place again, the elevator arrow that points the direction the elevator is headed, switches to upward. It's hard to see since it's so far away, but the glow of the light is bright enough to make out. I pause. Waiting for it to open on this floor to bring whoever is headed up on this floor, but it doesn't.
It stays upward for a good while, until it flashes back down.

That's odd. It just picked someone up from a higher level.

But then I realize it might be Peeta. A chill of anticipation runs over me. This may be his rescue attempt. Please be Peeta.

The seconds stretch on as the the elevator arrow stays pointing down, no doubt shuttling someone to this floor or beyond.

I start to thing that maybe it's another load of workers heading to the meeting, until..
Ding
The elevator sounds, as it stops on this floor. I hold my breath waiting for the visitor to step out. It's obviously not a worker because they are all at the meeting on floor.