Go to the coal mine, they'd said. Fetch the last of the morphling, they'd said. It'd be easy, they promised.
But it wasn't. No, of course it wasn't. There hadn't been many walkers on the way here, but that hadn't been the issue. Within the first hours of looking through bags abandoned by those who'd been attacked by walkers, it'd started to snow. While there was already a light dusting on the ground, this was different. A flurry of white spun through the opening, and Katniss had been quick to throw the doors shut.
That isn't the problematic portion, unfortunately. The bags don't have the drug they'd been searching for. They have to go deeper, but they don't have the resources to do so. The tunnels are expansive, and while Katniss has a blanket over her shoulder and some food in her pack, it's hardly enough to last the few days it'll take to find what needs to be found.
She shivers, fingers cold from metal zippers and the draft from the door. It's time for a break, and she wraps the blanket tightly around her shoulders. "C'mere, Daryl," she invites, waving a corner at him. "We weren't made for this wearer."
Daryl had jumped at the chance to go to the mines with her. He knew with winter there, people would start to get sick and they would need the medicine. The last thing he wanted was for them to have to deal with the entire district dying off. What he wasn't expecting was they place to be overran by walkers. While it was cold out, it didn't seem cold enough to cause them to slow like he'd seen the winter before.
There was a lot of disappointment when the bags were found empty. They would have to come back with more supplies and better weapons, and perhaps a few other people. But when the snow started, he let out a long sigh.
They were at a disadvantage now since they wouldn't be able to see the walkers, but the walkers would be able to smell them. So he gladly stayed there, standing in the corner as Katniss wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. And when she offers him some, he nods and places his crossbow on the groun before sitting beside her.
"Thanks," he says. There's a moment of hesitation before he slips an arm around her body, and pulls her closer.
No one wants the District to fade off, but unfortunately, while most Districts firmly believed in immunizations and taking good care of their sick, 12 had not been so lucky. Only those with money were immunized, Katniss as well before she'd gone to the Capitol, and only her mother was the closest thing to a doctor within the fence. If sickness broke out, many would die without the morphling to help.
She feels slightly helpless, not having found what they'd been searching for. Heavy snowfall outside the mine means the walk back may have them sinking, and the District would be thoroughly worried about the both of them. With a sigh, she intends to settle her head on his shoulder, but then his arm is around her waist, and she's pulled closer.
A nervous sort of laugh erupts from her. Although keeping warm like this would be normal in these circumstances, and she had been forced like this with her family many times, with Daryl, it feels strange. No matter. Warmth is warmth. So she clears her throat, slipping her arm around his middle, and curls close.
"Er... Next time, we should bring more camping equipment," she says quietly.
But it wasn't. No, of course it wasn't. There hadn't been many walkers on the way here, but that hadn't been the issue. Within the first hours of looking through bags abandoned by those who'd been attacked by walkers, it'd started to snow. While there was already a light dusting on the ground, this was different. A flurry of white spun through the opening, and Katniss had been quick to throw the doors shut.
That isn't the problematic portion, unfortunately. The bags don't have the drug they'd been searching for. They have to go deeper, but they don't have the resources to do so. The tunnels are expansive, and while Katniss has a blanket over her shoulder and some food in her pack, it's hardly enough to last the few days it'll take to find what needs to be found.
She shivers, fingers cold from metal zippers and the draft from the door. It's time for a break, and she wraps the blanket tightly around her shoulders. "C'mere, Daryl," she invites, waving a corner at him. "We weren't made for this wearer."
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There was a lot of disappointment when the bags were found empty. They would have to come back with more supplies and better weapons, and perhaps a few other people. But when the snow started, he let out a long sigh.
They were at a disadvantage now since they wouldn't be able to see the walkers, but the walkers would be able to smell them. So he gladly stayed there, standing in the corner as Katniss wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. And when she offers him some, he nods and places his crossbow on the groun before sitting beside her.
"Thanks," he says. There's a moment of hesitation before he slips an arm around her body, and pulls her closer.
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She feels slightly helpless, not having found what they'd been searching for. Heavy snowfall outside the mine means the walk back may have them sinking, and the District would be thoroughly worried about the both of them. With a sigh, she intends to settle her head on his shoulder, but then his arm is around her waist, and she's pulled closer.
A nervous sort of laugh erupts from her. Although keeping warm like this would be normal in these circumstances, and she had been forced like this with her family many times, with Daryl, it feels strange. No matter. Warmth is warmth. So she clears her throat, slipping her arm around his middle, and curls close.
"Er... Next time, we should bring more camping equipment," she says quietly.
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