“I don’t want it to get down to just the two of us.” I tell him.
He doesn’t acknowledge my statement but instead continues to stare into the vast void below us.
I begin the treacherous hike that will lead me back to the forest and evidently the Cornucopia site in which these games began. Clearing a thick line of under bush, I step into a grassy meadow. That’s when I see them. A flock of beautiful majestic creatures with candy pink feathers and long beaks. Mesmerized, my feet bring me closer to the birds. I reach my hand towards one, nearly brushing it’s coat. The pain comes instantly as a beak pierces my neck. I let out a high-pitched scream as blood trickles down my wound and I fall to the ground in pain. He comes rushing through the bushes and kneels beside me, his hands encasing mine. We both know the wound is fatal; I will not survive. Haymitch stays beside me, offering his company. My breath begins to falter and when my eyes shut, they don’t re-open.