"Uh, I don't know. Let's get closer." I put a hand on his chest.

"Let me go first. I'm quieter." He nods and I walk on my toes a few yards and peer through the grass. I don't see anything, so I wave Skeet forward. I continue as he tries to follow me. I nearly trip over a rock. I freeze, and I realize I can no longer hear Skeet's breathing behind me. I turn abruptly to see a tall girl with short choppy blonde hair. She has her arm around Skeet's neck, and a knife against his throat. "Wait! We know how to get water! We could team up! I'm a... I'm a good fighter."

"Yeah, I can tell by how beat up you too are. Did my girly cry for help freak you out?" She has a level voice. It is a surprise she could emit the sound we heard. "You say you can get water? How?" She relaxes her grip on Skeet, but one look at his face says it wasn't much.

"Let him go." I try to sound brave and sure of myself, but my voice cracks.

"No, I'm good. I am getting pretty thirsty though." She taps her foot. I drop my knife and hold my hands up.

"I'm not going to attack you when you release him. You can join us." Boom! A cannon goes off. "District 11." I whisper under my breath.

"What'd you say?" She seems intrigued now.

"An 18 year old we, um attacked earlier. I'm sure it was him who just died.

"Huh, so you can hold your own. How can I know you're not lying?" She squints her eyes and tightens her grip on Skeet's neck again.

"I have his knife." I point to the knife on the ground.

"Okay. I'll let you live, if you agree to feed me."

"Agreed." She releases Skeet, and he falls to the ground.

"When's lunch?" She takes a few steps away from him.

"I'd like to know who you are first. I'm Prim. His name's Skeet." I hold out my hand and she just looks at me.

"I don't like to be touched. I'm Naydine, District 6." She seems uncomfortable.

"We had two more people set up to join this pack. We're going to find them now." I turn away from her, and begin to walk.

"That's a lot of people, as many as the careers. I bet we could take them." She's looking to the sky as if the key to winning is up there.

"Whoa, we can't try to fight the careers! Are you insane?" I'm looking at her in shock.

"Perhaps." She begins to walk and call something out behind her that I'm not actually listening to.

"Skeet, this chick is crazy. She's dangerous." I whisper to him so Naydine can't hear.

"What ever, she can fight our battles for awhile. Then, when it gets down to the end we can kill her at night." My stomach twists and a horrible thought crosses my mind. Naydine won't be the only one he'll need to kill to get out of here. I try to shake it from my head, but it persists.

"Okay, I'm starving. Feed me now." Naydine crosses her arms over her chest, and Skeet nods. I give him a questioning look. Until now, I thought I had priority over the new girl. I begin to gather roots. Soon we have a meager supply of roots and plants. "That's it? Wow, no wonder you two are so tiny." She rolls her eyes and I feel insulted. She eats almost all of our food and I'm still hungry when we start to walk again.

We continue until the sun sags lower in the sky and Skeet suggests we stop for the night. I put out the sleeping bag, and Skeet climbs in. Naydine crawls in beside him, and I feel uncomfortable.

"I, uh, I guess I'll take the first watch." I take a seat a few feet away from them. Time seems to pass in slow motion as I watch her tuck her head into the crook of his arm, and smile in her sleep. I try to busy myself, but there isn't much to do. Soon, the anthem plays and Thresh appears in the sky. I wonder if Rue will miss him. He seemed so strong. I could never believe harmless little killed a man.

When the moon shines high overhead, my eyelids begin to droop. A cannon wakes me up, and I decide it's Skeet's turn. I don't trust Naydine on our first night together. I shake him awake, and he stares at me like he's in a dream. I snap my fingers in front of him and he finally becomes alert. He looks to Naydine fast asleep beside him. He looks at me for an answer. I put my hands beside my cheek and curl up on the ground in answer.

When I wake, the sun shines bright and my face is hot. Skeet is filtering water and Naydine is chugging it down. He sees me and tries to take the bowl before she empties it, but I'm forced to wait another couple of minutes. Soon we are up and moving again. Naydine goes ahead as if she were in charge of our little group. I hang back with Skeet and he takes my hand. I feel a hot blush spread into my sun stained cheeks, and I have to restrain a giggle.

Terribly sorry this took so long. I've been trying to write it for awhile, but I had mild writer's block. Tell what you think of Naydine. Sorry it's so short.