The Expedition *ON HOLD*

Chapter 2: Alone with Little Guy

What? Where was he? This is not a joke, well it might be cause sometimes he hides on me. But why would he do it right when a gun went off?

This doesn’t make any sense?!?!?!?!

All these thoughts were bouncing around I my head like basketballs as I slowing collapsed back into the tent.

THE NEXT MORNING….….

As I opened my eyes everything is blurry and it takes me a few moments to see everything clearly. The sun was just rising over the rolling hills that seemed to go on forever. The little baby birds were chirping for food from their moms. Everything seemed like usual but then I remember that my dad is gone.

He was gone. Probably killed by someone. That was the truth. I have to accept it.

But what am I going to do? I come home, Mom will accuse me for his death or something. I stay here and that gun will probably be pointed at my head in a matter of hours. So my only choice is to run. I don’t know which direction is which but does it matter? No.  Why should I care I’ll starve eventually.

I start packing up and I hear a sound. It’s coming from that bush. Scratch, scratch. A see a little rabbit come out. “Hi little guy.” I say in a sweet way.

Wait. I need food. I’m staring right at my next meal. Katniss. How can you think like that? Says another voice in my head. Kill it. Says the other voice.

I start rummaging through my bag to find something that could kill it. Finally a find a little knife. I crouch down near the rabbit and say “Hi, how are you doing? You’re so cute!” with that sing-song voice. Little does “little guy” know that I have the knife in one hand behind my back.

Smack, crunch. The sound of knife slicing through flesh and fur. My first kill. Wow does that feel good.

LATER….

Wow. It has an amazing, zingy taste. Why didn’t we have rabbit at home? It’s so good! I should tell dad about this new recipe. But it was a pretty messy job, since I stabbed the knife in the middle of its back. Also I had to take all the fur off. Then I made a fire and roasted the inside. Crap. Dad’s not here, he will never be with me. He got shot. Probably. He’ll never know “The recipe.”

I love eating with my fingers. If mom were here she would give me a lecture on how you’re not supposed to eat like an animal. “Well guess what Mom, I am eating an animal! Take that.” I yell at the top of my lungs. What I shout echo’s back, forth and side to side on the hills.

“Sorry little guy for eating you, you were a good meal and a good friend for like 2 minutes.” I whisper as I scrape the last bit of meat of the ribs. “Ahh, that was a nice breakfast, unusual and delicious.” I say out loud.

It’s weird not having anyone to talk to. I’m just talking to thin air and a dead rabbit. I’m probably going mad.

All of the sudden I collapse to my knees and start balling. I’ve been bottling up all of the emotions of my dad being gone and now I can’t keep it in anymore I guess.

“Oh please Dad, come back I need you, I’ll starve. Please Dad I miss you!!!” I cry. “Please, please. Please!!!” I sob for the next half hour. On my knees I think about home, Mom, oh and poor little Prim. And I think about District 12. My home. Am I even still in District 12? Who knows where I am. Dad probably got shot cause he left 12. And that’s what’ll happen to me.

Everyone knows that if you get caught outside of District 12  you turn into a target board for Peacekeepers guns. No one would even dream of leaving. But my dad would. He even calls himself a dreamer. He dreams of a world where everyone is equal, and there is no Capitol. That’s why the phrase “Keep dreaming” was invented. No Capitol. That would be great but no one can over throw Snow. Ever. It’s impossible. You would get killed within matters of seconds of even entering his backyard let alone his bedroom. People say everything is possible. Well I got something to tell them. Everything expect overthrowing Snow.

LATER THAT DAY…..

I have had nothing to eat since Little Guy this morning. I could of eaten some of the food we packed but I don’t want to waste it. Plus it’s getting dark. I should be going to sleep. Sleep will keep my mind of the hunger building in my stomach. When I wake up I’ll figure out what to eat. I don’t have to worry about it now at least.

As I fall asleep I think about Little Guy and how he was my first kill. But the images of Little Guy turn into a terrible nightmare.

I’m walking along a path that is glowing pink. It keeps glowing until the path reaches a drop-off. I don’t see the drop-off and I fall off of it. I land in a pit that is made of lime green silk. The silk changes colours and as it continues to change colour I gradually get hypnotized. I’m almost asleep and Little Guy jumps on me. He has fangs and his face is all distorted and bloody. I’m super scared and as if that’s not enough he starts talking. “Hello Katniss. I’m am LITTLE GUY. If you don’t want me to chomp off your face with these ginormous rabbit teeth like I did with the rest of your family.” All these pictures of Prim, Mom and Dad appear with chomped off faces appear. Little Guy starts talking again. “I suggest that you surrender to me or else.” “I surrender” “Good.” Little Guy says. “Now you are my slave!! Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!!!!!” And Little Guy starts chomping.

“Stop it!!!!”

 I yell but when I wake up I realize it was only a dream. Holy cow that was disturbing. I think that will be my last kill I don’t nightmares every time I kill an animal.

LATER…..

As I walk around the terrain of my camp I see strange things. Little bits of dynamite, gun powder, pieces of duct tape and the strangest thing: pieces of paper with people’s pictures, addresses and names. Why would there be all of this stuff in the middle of a field and hills. As I look at the different pieces of paper I see people from all the Districts. People from District 11, 4,7,8,10,2,9,1,5,3,6, and even 12! The only one I recognize is Gale Hawthorne because he always has his name in the reaping ball the most times. I think he has about 4 other siblings or so and when he was only 12 he had his name in 20 times.

On the piece of paper it says his name and his picture. I never realized that he actually looked like that cause I’ve never met  like he has a secret I wonder what it is. But of course I’ll never know.

Why would this paper be in this field? Who was here? It doesn’t look like there is anyone for miles.

As I put the paper in my bag I’m still thinking about these questions.

I take out the bottle of water that just a few days ago was full but now its almost empty. I’ll have to find water tomorrow but today I want to rest. As I savour the last drip of water I hear something.

Oh no it’s Little Guy back from the dead! I think jokingly. But boy was I wrong. Because right now there is a gun,

Pointed at my forehead.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys. I was nice and uploaded it early. I know this was a pretty dramatic chapter but tell me what you think. I know you guys must have a million questions about this chapter but it’ll all make sense in the next chapters. Remember to vote, comment, and of course read.

Oh yeah did you guys like the idea of Little Guy? And do you like the idea of dream seqences?( I don’t think that’s how you spell it but whateverJ

So I’ll be working on the third chapter but remember I can’t upload until I have 13 more reads! So remember to tell everyone to read.

Oh yeah thanks to luke0503 I had the idea of a authors note. Sorry for copying.

Till the next chapter,

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