Who: Katniss and Gale What: Meeting up When: After their conversation on the network Where: Her room Rating: Pg-13 Status: Closed/ Incomplete
Katniss had cashed in her voucher for a bow already and while she was pretty sure it was Gale who would be appearing outside her door, she was prepared if it wasn't. Crouched by the door, Katniss held her bow, arrow poised in the string, and all, but held her breath as she waited for his knock on her room door. If it wasn't Gale, Katniss would be fiercely disappointed. She hadn't seen her childhood friend in weeks, since before the games, and she missed him. His companionship was comforting and she knew no one could have her back like Gale did. Yet, there was a mix of confusion because Peeta and his actions at the games. Pretending to be in love with someone was one thing, but sometimes, in the right moment, Katniss had a suspicion that he wasn't pretending at all. He was her partner in crime and now-now they were possibly the face of a rebellion back home. She didn't mean it that way; she only wanted to go home to her sister ad Gale.
Her last strand of hope that it was Gale lay in his nickname for her--Catnip. No one else called her that or even knew about it. It had to be Gale; unless zombies learned to read minds or someone from the hotel was trying to hurt her. She didn't know why. Among all these people from different walks of life, she was on the bottom of the threat pile for sure. Yes, she was deadly with a bow and knew how to survive, but for some of these people that was peanuts. Besides, the goal wasn't to take out each other, but to kill the zombies or something like that. Despite knowing they had once been people, Katniss was grateful that they weren't killing people in this fucked up game. They were walking dead and hopefully it wouldn't hurt so bad when she stuck an arrow in them.