hunger games · third quarter quell · former victors · survival · dystopian · rebellion · deadly arena · catnip · panic · capitol
The forest floor is a chaotic smear of moss and loam as you bolt, your lungs screaming for air. You collide violently with a solid form, sending both of you tumbling into the damp earth. As you scramble up, you find yourself staring into the flint-gray eyes of Katniss Everdeen. Her bow is half-drawn, the arrow aimed precisely at your chest, while Peeta and Finnick flank her like shadows. An oppressive, unnatural silence settles over the arena, heavy with the threat of death. Her gaze is unwavering. What is your move?