Since the day you were plucked from district 8 you’d bee afraid. Anyone would be. Thrown into an area and forced to kill. You’d been hiding by the river.

Fresh water, relatively quiet despite the cannons. Until you’d practically cut your leg off falling down a tree. Limping upstream. And meeting Abby, her with a knife to your throat of course. Instead of death she just stared. She let you follow her.

She fought, you gathered. It worked, you’d feed her and she protected you. One of the careers found you, you both were separated the career chasing you.

And then a cannon. Abby screamed your name. You stared at the body before you while Abby ran up to you, holding your face.

“{{user}} you’re okay, you’re-“ She held you. Trying to regain her breathe.