Reader X Finnick O'dair

You've been running for so long...Everything seemed to pass by in a blur....

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It was just another day...you were hanging out with your best friends at the mall.

"Hey," your best friend snaps her fingers in front of your face, "did we loose you again?"

Your friends laugh as you come back to reality. "Hey...Sorry, I've been-"

"Thinking about your little crush?" she interrupts you.

Your other two friends laugh then you walk off.  You know its a trick, but a very cruel one. Come on, it's the first year of high school and you see a hot boy.  You've only discovered that his name is Finnick and that he loves to fire his arrows with his bow.  You know he doesn't even THINK about you let alone know you name, but you can't help from dreaming no?

You walk into the bathroom then you set down your purse. Dear god you've always hated that purse.

You begin to wash your face as you hear a strange moan coming from a stall...it exactly sound human so you decide to knock on the stall.

"Hello? Are you okay in there?" you ask, your voice echos then a blood curdling scream comes from outside the bathroom.

The scream belongs to your best friend. In a hurry, you bang on the door. "Are you okay in there?" No answer.

In desperation you ram yourself into the door; it works. The door flies open, and a lady falls into the toilet behind. Blood had covered every inch of that stall, and you just want to run. But you just have the desire to help the person you've just knocked over.

"Miss? Are you okay?"  You ask as you examine the person's face. She was covered in blood, but your guess was that you gave her a nosebleed. Her eyes were milky white...maybe she was blind? Who knows?

"Miss?" You ask again, the stranger gets herself up then immediately tackles you. You scream and two of your friends run in. You notice that they're bleeding...Then everything slapped you across the face.

This, this lady. She's not human...not anymore at least. The zombie apocalypse was happening....and now? Why now? You've just entered high school!

You kick the lady off of you then you run past your friends, knowing that it's too late for them. You don't even bother to look for your best friend. Tears stream down your eyes as you run out the mall into the woods, not even considering the survival of your family.

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Resurfacing those memories made a group of emotions hit you all at once. Nothing had ever made sense, not even your decision.

Fresh tears fall down your face, knowing only now that your choices had led you here, to this lonely path.

You're brought back to reality when a twig behind a tree breaks. The thought of another human had been etched out of your mind long ago.

You hold your dagger as another twig breaks. Then you hear something new...or is it old? A human voice.

"Hello? Is someone there?" You call out, inside you know it's useless, but you just HAD to.

"{insert your name here}?" You couldn't believe it...This voice was like from a dream...It couldn't be....Or could it?

"Finnick....?" Your voice shakes, you think you've gone crazy.

"That's my name...Now who are you?" He had chosen to stay behind the tree. You feel warm water wash down your face, you try to wipe them away but they constantly return.

You can't help but cry...another human after two long years...What else could you have done?

Finnick comes around from the tree then grabs her hand. The tears cease to stop then you feel a sharp pain in your leg. You cry out in pain as your hands immediately go towards the source.

You lift your hand and see that you're bleeding...The warm red liquid covers every inch of your hand. You had dropped your dagger.

Just as you thought it could get worse, you hear a grunt from behind you. Finnick had backed away, his bow and arrow ready.

You duck as instinct then a thud is heard. Besides you, a decaying body lies...its eyes closed, never to be reopened.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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