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Counting bodies like sheep   by Briana  Gibbs



Don’t fret precious I’m here.
Step away from the window.
Go back to sleep

Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don’t give a fuck about you, like I do.

Katniss Everdeen had to come up with a game plan. And quickly.

Zombies. Zombies at the Cornucopia. What in the fuck is wrong with the Gamemakers. This isn’t fair. I’ll never win. I’ll never get home.

Chains held down the flesh eaters, timed to release when the sixty seconds were up. The other tributes looked like they might just piss themselves. Katniss wouldn’t be surprised if someone already had.
Around the zombies were a plethora of viable weapons: a few machetes, armor, a bow and a arrow, knives, backpacks. But could she risk it?

Time was up.
She didn’t run.
Just stood and waited for the bite, for darkness to envelope her.

Katniss promised her little sister she would try to win. And this would be her only surefire way of winning.


She was already dead on the inside anyway.

~8×10 watercolor paper, watercolors, ballpoint pens, colored pencils, nail polish


the hunger games, jennifer lawrence, katniss everdeen, thg

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