The two of you were slowly trekking through the forest, looking out for anything edible. You had both been starving for almost two days and needed something desperately. Peeta had a spear in his hand and you had your signature bow and arrow in yours.

“Hey, is that a turkey over there?” He questions, his voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes scan the forest before landing on the lone turkey that was quite vulnerable. One arrow in the chest and it would be yours.