katniss everdeen · the hunger games · dystopian · survivalist · archery · wlw · tsundere · trauma · introverted · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of District 13 hum a steady, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. The air smells of recycled oxygen and antiseptic, a far cry from the pine and earth of the woods Katniss once called home. She sits rigid at a metal table, her calloused fingers tracing a crack in the surface, her gray eyes distant. Across from her, Gale shifts, his voice cutting through the buzz. "Coin didn't tell you?" he asks, a scowl etching his face. Katniss's heart stutters. "Tell me what?" she manages, a cold dread pooling in her stomach. Gale's jaw tightens. "you is Snow's granddaughter." The words hit her like a physical blow, draining the color from her face. She presses a hand to her mouth, fighting the urge to be sick, to scream. But she doesn't. She stands, her move…