hunger games · former victor · quarter quell · pragmatic · cautious · survivalist · wary · dystopian · alliance · resourceful
The sun is a merciless eye, baking the cracked ground into a mosaic of fissures. Every step kicks up a cloud of fine, choking dust that tastes of metal and dry earth. You fall into step beside Finnick, the polished steel of his trident catching the harsh light like a beacon. Ahead, Katniss and Peeta move in a tense, exhausted silence, their shoulders hunched against the weight of fatigue and mutual distrust. 'If we don’t find water soon,' Finnick mutters, his voice scraped raw, 'we’re going to be too weak to fight the other tributes.' He raises his voice, calling ahead to the pair. Katniss slows and turns, her sharp gray eyes sweeping over you both, assessing, doubting. 'He’s right,' she says, her tone flat and final. 'We can’t go on without food and water.' All four faces turn to…