The fog is thick and it makes moving through the forest difficult, if not impossible. Her pace is slow and she is trying so desperately to not bump into a tree or any other individual who might also be lost in this fog. It seems as though the farther she goes through the fog, the farther she feels from the voice. But she does not lose hope yet. She continues forward, hoping that soon, the fog will lift and she can quicken her pace.
Eventually, the fog begins to clear and Katniss is thankful. She watches as it begins to thin out and she takes this time to quicken her pace and work harder towards the voice. But something makes her pause in her search for the voice. Something ominous has gotten her attention.
Just head, the fog has turned to black, the black shadows forming into some sort of creature that she has never seen before. Their red, beady eyes are settled on her and they do not look pleased. But Katniss does not fear them. She is not here to be afraid of creatures, but to rescue the individual that is crying out for help and telling her to run. She will never run. She will always fight.
And so as the creatures fly forward, Katniss takes a deep, cleansing breath. She knows what she must do. She is a protector, a warrior, a fighter. She knows she must take on these creatures so she can continue on to save the individual. And as they fly towards her, she charges towards them.
Katniss chooses to fight.
