dog of war //katrina day 7 L

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I’m covered in dried blood. And I feel full. I have a pretty good idea about what I was gnawing on, but I’m going to pretend I don’t. Wonder if that got aired for the folks back home. They knew this was going to happen right? Had to be part of their plan, up the shock value. 2 games with zombie tributes wasn’t enough, they had to up the ante.
Little late to start censoring things.

Fuck.

At least she was dead before I—fuck that can’t be good for my system. Or is it? I’m a muttation now, after all. I’m also alone. Heard a second cannon not too long ago. Probably the 12. Or the other normal girl. Can’t see them lasting much longer with alla us monsters around.

Something in me tells me to catch a scent, so I do, sniffing the wind. Every day, every time I see another tribute, the beast comes outta me faster, and it lasts longer.

Another day or two of this and I might not come back. Just be watching the beast pilot my body for the rest of my life. I can feel it in the back on my mind. It’s resting. Sated. For now.

Ha. Beck better watch out, I might need dessert on the train ride home and he’ll be more filling than a stringbean avox. I grin at the cameras I know are watching, bloody teeth and all. Congrats, the night is dark and full of terrors. Monster, thy name is Katrina.  I start walking, the glaive I’m dragging behind me carving a furrow in the ground.

Raw meat. Never ordered my steaks below medium well before this. Ha. Never thought I’d be debating how the rest of my competitor’s taste. She was sweat and gunpowder, artificial mint toothpaste and regret. Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe that’s true. At least she didn’t taste like spam.

Mother of fuck, what is wrong with me?

A week ago I was basking in the fact that I beat out everyone’s training score and today—today I’m wondering if Andal will taste like beef, or if Ace and Silver will be gritty from all the rock dust back in their district.

Ha. Ha-ha-ha.

Theoretically, I should be able to take them.

Realistically, my chances of dying are higher.

But I knew that the second I volunteered.

I also know that survival only goes up with every cannon.

They say the good die young.

Lucky for me, I’m an asshole.

I might just fuckin' live forever.

-does maint stuff-