Sweat. Buckets of it roll from my face and down my neck. Strands of my hair sag in front of my face. Taking a deep breath, I huff out, sucking up fresh air. Air of the woods. Because that's where I am. Trudging through the woods.
But it's not like before, a bloody fight to the death of mass murder. No I'm in the woods because I was sent here. We all were. Remaining Victors of Panem.
Peeta walks by my side, walking awkwardly with that limp of his. Yeah a metal leg would really do that to you, but despite the hot weather and said metal wearing him down, Peeta manages to smile at me. I smile back, that being my one weakness. Overly sweet and kind Peeta. I am more than glad to have him by my side right now.
Lets not get off track now. I'm sure you are wondering exactly why us Victors were sent here in the first place. I have one answer for you,
It was just another way for him to get under our skin, to cast us out. An example on what would happen if anyone was to d