Survivor [closed]

We climb under the fence and take in our surroundings. He starts twitching his head from side to side, worrying me. I am positive that we won't make it to far before we encounter at least one Peacekeeper, ready or not. I have a distinct feeling of fear, that won't go away. It is telling me to grab Jake and get back to the other side of the fence.

But I know better, and I know that we cannot stop but to eat and hunt and fight a Peacekeeper and then maybe even sleep, if we can afford that luxury. I take out my bow, though I know if it comes to it, I will be best with my knife hand to hand. I load a Caution Arrow onto it, in case we run into a Peacekeeper shows up fast.

I let my adrenaline flow wild so that when I fight I will win. But I am hoping that this adventure won't contain any fighting. Well, I jinxed myself. It almost is just funny how quickly after I think I don't want to fight, that a female Peacekeeper jumps infront of us from a tree above. I look up and clearly see that the woman had shelter in a tree, for occasions like this."Don't you ever watch the news?", the woman says to us, obviously stating that she thinks she is going to kill us right now. My adreenaline screams to protect Jake and myself, and you don't disobey your adrenaline.

I send my already loaded arrow at her chest, but she flinches in one quick movement and instead it sticks in her hip. She lets out a scream that I would know from anywhere. A scream that I used to hear when my parents fought, a scream only one woman can produce."I haven't seen you in awhile, you haven't met my boyfriend have you? This is Jake, Jake, this is my Mother."

Jake and my mother start going at it when Mom throws a knife at his head. Jake of course dodges but takes a cut to the knee. Ow.

Then, like in a western movie, they start to circle one another.

He takes a step right and her left matching perfectly, now this is between them, not all 3 of us.

I pull an arrow on my bow, ready to fire at my mother."I don't want to kill my other, but you were never there for me as a child, so what is the point of you being here now?!", I say to her and shoot. It skims her calf, but doesn't really do any damage.

"I DIDN'T RAISE YOU THAT WAY YOUNG LADY!", she screams at me."Bitch, you didn't raise me at all!", I retaliate.

He looks like he might pass out any second, so I try so hard to keep him with me. I jerk at his shirt, and he still keeps that hazy look in his eyes.

I kiss and hug and CPR for a bit to see if he will survive.

Within seconds of my greatest efforts he falls to the ground, passed out.

I fall beside him, and begin to pout. I take a glance over at my Mothers body and start crying sobs of pain, anger, and exhaustion. I begin to think that if I pass out, we will be totally off guard and be found in minutes, so I drag Jakes body into a bind of trees, well hidden. I climb part of the tree, and hoist Jake up as far as I can, before my body can't hoist him any farther up. I set him in a big clump of limbs and branches, he will not fall out.

I then give in to my bodies needs and fall to sleep.

I wake up and stare at Jake. I can easily tell that we are both exhausted, but we have to keep going on. We climb down from the tree, and load our bows, incase of Peacekeepers or animals to hunt.

It doesn't take long to find a river where numerous animals are feasting and drinking. I shoot two rabbits and a deer, a baby one, which makes me feel guilty.

I hang the rabbits around my belt and we cook the deer that night and eat it. I realize it has been awhile since Jake and I did anything romantic, so I clmib on top of him, and begin to kiss.

I feel like this is totally killing my buzz, thinking of my mother. I wonder if my father will be alerted by a Capitol officer that my mother is dead, even though they are "divorced".

I bend down, gladly accepting love from the person I am on this journey with. We kiss for awhile before I shift my weight backwards, and hear it. Jakes knee makes the sickest, the nastiest, the bloodiest sound ever. It shifts to the right, and he screams. Crap.

If we are found anytime soon, I know that we both are practically dead, great just what I didn't need, but it is my fault.

"OH MY CRAP I AM SO SORRY JAKE OH GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME!", I start to panic. His ear-splitting screams sound through the forest and I forcefully, but sadly, do what I have to do. I know if a Peacekeeper finds us right now, we are in trouble, so I jam my fist into his windpipe, quickly cutting off his screams of pain."Sorry Jake, I love you."

I start to feel bad for Jake. I mean, he probably thinks that I am angry at him for killing my mother, when really, I think she deserved it, a lot.

I decide that there has to be some other way to make it up to him, so I do. Yea, it might be slutty to try and persuade your boyfriend to have sex in the woods, but I do.

I start by taking off my jacket, then hoodie, then shirt, then bra, then everything on him and we begin to kiss, until that fire that only Jake arises in me pops up, then it happens.

"Oh, yea, I would love to marry you yes!yes!".

I did not mean the yes!-es sexually, but in my excitement for being with Jake forever, and loving the fact that he even wants me for forever. We keep kissing, and we don't stop all night. Finally we are forced to stop because we are so tired. I pull a blanket out of my backpack and unroll it. I hide us in a small underbrush cave, even better than a tree, and I unroll it on the ground. I then make a bed out of Jakes big sheet and my bag for a pillow, which is just like an actual bed.

We cuddle and kiss for awhile before finally, I fall asleep. I dream of my wedding. The altar is so perfect. The wedding colors are baby blue and royal white. I walk down the aisle, looking at Jake, smiling at me, and my dress, oh, my dress. It swirls around my torso, and flows like silk water down my body making a flowing train. He smiles, then out of no where, he pulls out a knife and throws it at me. It skims my dress, but doesn't hurt me. What I do next surprises me. I don't hesitate before pulling out a bow and shooting an arrow into his groin. Suddenly, all the wedding guests, all 24 of them, start to kill each other when-wait. 24. The Hunger Games.

It occurs to me that I am in a dream. I need to wake up. So I run into the middle of the fight, and within seconds, a knife goes through my chest. I then wake up, startled. Jake lies next to me. I turn fast, before realizing that might wake him up. Crap. His eyes flash open, and we smile at each other. I kiss him awake, glad that we are both alive.