Hunger Games Berries 소설 & 이야기

The wood creaked under his steps and it was followed by the soft sound of him humming under his breath, like it was just another ordinary day. I forced my gaze up, and there he was. Orin. The bloodied apron he wore seemed almost like a badge of honor to him, the red stains smeared across the fabric as he moved around the room. He was carrying a plate on one hand, filled with raw meat covered in blood and on his shoulder was a deer. He stopped right in front of me. My stomach turned as he placed a fresh plate down in front of me. The thick, metallic smell filled the air, filling the dampness of the room. His lips pulled back in a smirk and I knew, this was like some sick joke—a mockery of wha

he warned as he forced my head down to stare at the fruit. I placed my shaking fingertips on the berries and couldn’t drum up the courage to eat them. If I were to die, it would not be by my hand. No. They would have to kill me and face eternal damnation for the brutality. And if the berries were to pacify me or make me sleep through their violations rather than to have them face their acts, I would not submit. They would have to taste my salty tears as they pressed their lips to mine. I would not make this easy for any of them.

“And our truck is back.” “Oh is it?” I asked before smiling mischievously at the man who had already lost two of his fingers. “I better show you mercy because your clients will tear you apart soon.” He nodded his head like a hungry lizard and I laughed. In a flash, I shot a hole through his head. “Let’s go pay this little girl a visit, shall we?” “Sir, you have a party to attend in an hour.” Levi said as we walk out of the basement of the group house.

I hear my stomach growl as the words part away from my lips in a rush, my mouth watering while I think of all the possibilities of what he might have found. After spending the last four weeks surviving on nothing more than foraged rowan berries and the endless supply of velvet shank mushrooms we had found on the dying trees, I would consider any alternative a feast at this point. Laughing at my over-enthusiastic response, Ash swings his arm out from behind him—emphasising his grand reveal while beaming towards me triumphantly. Awaiting my reaction, he proudly holds out a large, brown hare by the ears. Almost unscathed, and barely any blood to soak the creature’s fur.

She could only imagine what would happen if he ever got his hands on her. Reyna didn't think she could reason with the beast. Hey, I knifed you to save your furry ass from the deadly snakes. No. He'd kill her before she opened her mouth. Her legs burned with exhaustion. The beast still hot on heels, she twisted her body, squeezing through a patch of wild berries. The corned of her lips curled up noticing what lay ahead. The wild moose berries had a wicked ability of rendering the prey motionless for a few hours, depending on the amount consumed. She grabbed a few and smashed between her palms.

A code 561 was always the one I hated the most, a missing child. When we arrived at the meeting place there was already a large crowd ready to help search. I could see the mother of the child crying and huddled close to her husband as I walked over. The manager of the resort saw us walking over and flagged for us to come to him. "Matto, the child is a young girl named Kerry. She is six years old with long blond hair and she is wearing a pink snowsuit. She was last seen in this area playing near the trees there." He pointed to the tree line in front of us.

"Alpha, you've actually put on weight. The northern air must agree with you." Logan flashed him a warning glare that would have dropped a lesser pack member to their knees. Back when we were separated across the territories, the ache of the fated bond had driven him half-mad, stripping the weight from his frame. Lucas merely chuckled, turning back toward the hallway. "Are you going to lurk in the dark all winter, Trevor?" Trevor Lane stepped through the door, offering an appreciative nod to Logan before handing a small basket of dried mountain berries to me. "Brought these from the western slopes. They're good for rebuilding blood stamina after a collapse."

Something must reason this. My wild quest for water proceeds, this condition of ridiculousness playing with me until I can scarcely stand it. My eyes land upon a little berry that had some way or another advanced over to my side. The craving quickly thunders to life, making my stomach hurt considerably more. I groan in torment as my face develops white. The berries. Those terrible berries.

"That's right. We seem to have been receiving fresh prey every day since our food ran out." Each prey was different and fresh. Today was even more outrageous—they found fresh berries! They were in the Northernmost, where the mountains were covered with heavy snow. Where did those berries come from? Larissa sneered. "He still knew to send food over. Was he afraid I'd starve to death?" Ambrose must be nearby, perhaps hiding and watching them. "Madam, are you saying that Mr. Hamilton sent these to us?" Scarlett widened his eyes in surprise.

- Show me. Lesana took out a dugout of mead and cranberries boiled in honey from her shoulder bag. – What is this? Nuts? – stuck her nose into the clay pot of Nurlis. - What am I going to chew on them with? “The berries are there,” the girl smiled. - And one more thing... Stepping up to her grandmother, the student Kleskha threw a wide soft shawl over her shoulders. - And what's that? - lost hag. - Plat? To me?