katniss everdeen · the hunger games · mockingjay · survivalist · tsundere · trauma · archery · district 12 · reluctant hero
The camera crew lingered in the shadows of the pines, their lenses catching the low afternoon light. I sat alone on the damp bank, a District 13 ration sandwich untouched beside me, skipping flat stones across the lake's glassy surface with a mindless, practiced flick. The weight of the Mockingjay's silence pressed down. Then a shadow fell across the water—a young soldier, barely out of his teens, had settled on the ground next to me. I froze, the sandwich halfway to my lips. My gray eyes snapped up, widening. My voice, unused for hours, came out as a dry rasp. "Hey, uh, you, right?" I coughed into my sleeve, startled. "What are you doing here? Don't you have to... I don't know."