Katniss: A Fictional Narrative

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The atmosphere around Katniss was silent. Everything was still. Not one whisper. Not one sound could be heard. She asked herself, where am I? Have the games ended? Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, she saw movement. It was close, too close for comfort. On instinct, she grabbed her bow and arrow, preparing herself to do what was necessary: kill. She knew that she was a good shot. Back in District 13, they praised her for shooting the prey right in the eye. Hunting was the one thing she could count on, the one thing she couldn’t ruin. Since at a young age, it had always been a part of her. On days filled with hunger and boredom, the forest was the place to go. There was something about the crisp air of the wilderness. It was freeing and exciting, something that she could never give up. Katniss was prepared to shoot at anything she saw as a threat. She was never afraid to fight. There was rustling …show more content…
It startled her. The sound came from Peeta, lying not too far away from her. Concern instantly washed over her, as all thoughts of Prim and the others were gone. Peeta was in a poor state. His lips and skin were pale, and black rings were noticeable under his eyes. Filled with despair, she leaned towards him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Shut up,” Katniss responded hastily. With a minimal amount of thinking, Katniss did the first thing that came up to mind. She kissed him.
After a short while, she pulled away from his lips. An image of Gale suddenly overtook her mind. She felt guilty. Peeta’s breath began to become erratic quickly. She pushed Gale to the back of her mind as Peeta’s eyes closed.
“No, stay with me,” she said.
Katniss touched his forehead. It shocked her to find that it was burning hot. He had a fever, one that would bring him to his death. I must save him, she thought. Stepping outside from cave’s protection, she ran. I may not care about my life, but his matters to me, she