Corpses

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'Y/N?' The voice called out. It wasn't a question as if I were sat there, it was a query as if my mind was.

I keep my knees tucked in but turn my head to the person who had managed to find me.

It was Katniss.

Her face carried no sympathy but was soaked with compassion.

'Y/N,' she almost whispers out to let herself know she has found the prize of the hunt.

She makes her way down to crouch down beside me, not saying nothing but taking up the same position as me.

'You know,' she starts, not taking her eyes from the floor to look at me, 'if you want to be part of the rescue mission, you're gonna have to stop pulling shit like this'.

Now that, grabs my attention, and she knows it. I straighten up from my slouched corpse like place and turn to her.

'Rescue mission?'

'Rescue mission,' she repeats.

'We're going back?' A lace of dread in my voice.

'We're saving Peeta,'

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