Run // GMs Day 3

Z A Y A

"They ran away?" Zaya asked through her teeth despite the screen in front of her confirming the truth. The giant fight she had planned, ruined in an instant because of some slippery tributes. She'd gone back to her room to sleep before putting the final plans into motion for the third day and came back to four tributes sadly stabbing at a coyote.

Where was the death? Where was the blood?!

Her eyes flickered to the mirror on the wall.

Snow was not going to be pleased. Two days and only two deaths. That was terrible television.

She pressed a thumb into her temple, trying to calm the aching headache forming there.

"Play some live footage," she said to an intern. The fight vanished, melting into a split screen of various tributes sleeping. Well, some were sleeping some were still awake. She walked over to the map where little red lights blinked showing where all twenty-two tributes were across the arena.

None of them were very close. They had all slipped past one another, moving farther and farther away.

Not on her watch.

"I want them all fighting- I don't care what needs to be done to get there but I want as many fights as possible."

They had thought they were so smart. Had been so full of themselves, positioning all those tributes near that stupid rock. They'd sent in mutts, they were all crowded it was going to be a bloodbath.

But there were too many. They slipped away in the chaos and suddenly Zaya was left with empty promises on their lips and a lot of eyes on their back.

Well, no one is going to run this time. Even if they had to drop in the Arena and break legs with their bare hands.

Zaya turned around and leaned over Josie's station. His eyes were lowered, focused on his screen. She grabbed his chin forcing his eyes up, her nails digging into his jaw.

"Don't let them run," her voice was calm but stern. They needed to pick up the pace with these Games before people got bored. Before Snow got bored. Their lives may depend on it. "If they run, end them."

She pulled back, hands falling back to the table between them.

"And stop sending them fucking horses, Josie. They're already too quick as it is."