One Lucky Winner

Chapter 76 ~ Katniss

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Day 8
8:57 AM

It was hard, but I managed to stay awake all night. I couldn't go to sleep because I don't trust Thomas. So I forced myself to stay awake.

I stare at the cloudy morning sky, wondering if the clouds will ever go away, and if I'll ever see the sun again. I want to. I hope I do.

I sigh and stand up. It's time to get up, even though I never fell asleep. The immediate headache and backache once I stand up tell me that I should've slept last night. It's going to be a long day.

I look at Thomas, sleeping on the ground. He didn't move at all last night. He's a heavy sleeper.

I nudge him with my foot. "Time to get up," I say awkwardly. I immediately regret allying with him. Why the hell did I think I needed an ally?

He stirs and sits up, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" he asks, sounding half asleep.

"Morning. Probably 9 or 10."

He yawns and then stands up. He looks really rough. "What's for breakfast?"

Oh. Breakfast. I guess I'm so used to not eating, that I don't even get hungry in the morning anymore. "Um..." I walk over to my bag and dig for something to eat. I find an apple and toss it to him.

He catches it and looks at it. "I had this for dinner last night."

"Yeah, and you're having it for breakfast too. Don't like it? You can-"

"Shove it up my ass and leave? I know." He smirks and takes a bite of it.

I glare at him and pull out something for my own breakfast: applesauce, with a plastic spoon attached to the container. I open it and take a bite. I haven't had applesauce since I was a little kid.

"Hey, no fair. I get the apple and you get the applesauce?" Thomas says.

I look at him. "Yeah. Because it's my food."

"Your food, your rules?" he says with a smirk. I ignore him and give him a glare out of the corner of my eye.

I finish my applesauce and, I hate to litter, but I throw the spoon and the empty container to my right. I look at Thomas as he does the same to his apple core.

"Let's go," I say, swinging the backpack over my shoulders.

"I don't even get a weapon to carry around?" Thomas says with a smile. Why does he think everything's a joke?

"No," is all I say.

"Well, how about I carry the bag and you carry all your bows and arrows?"

"No. You'd just run off with the bag and leave me here."

He laughs. "No, I wouldn't."

"Which is exactly what someone would say if they would." I turn away and start walking.

He catches up with me. "Hey, I'm just as lonely, cranky, depressed, and tired as you are. I'm not going to leave you. I'm in no state to be walking alone."

"You're not as tired as me. I didn't sleep at all last night."

"You had the choice to sleep, but you were too afraid of me."

I look at him. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then how come you didn't sleep? Or you didn't let me have a weapon?"