#thread:gale

“I worried you weren’t going to make it,” he told her honestly, as he took her bow and arrow out of her usual hiding spot and handed it over to her. “I already checked the snares. No luck.” 

The weather was getting colder again, which meant soon there would be nearly no game left to catch. The time was now to spend more time out in the woods --even more than usual-- and stock up as much as possible before the winter set in and hunger became their constant misery. 

Sitting on a nearby headstone, he stared unseeingly at the grave in front of him. They’d gone through so much together, and although the rich kid ended up stealing Gale’s one true love, he still respected the soldier who’d fallen beside him. 

“To you, Peeta,” he finally whispered, saying his final goodbye and putting the bottle he held to his lips as he pushed himself up from the grave and turned so abruptly, he didn’t notice his foot catching on the headstone he’d sat on. 

And that’s how he stumbled and managed to face plant right in front of some dark boots. Looking up, those boots were attached to a pair of jeans, some loose dark shirt and then the face of a cute redhead came in view. 

Embarrassing.

@draculasdcughter​

‘Breaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundation’s official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundation’s individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasn’t been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.’

The gentle breeze caused the flowers to dance about him, brushing that memory of February far away from him. That time was gone, the time of containment and white walls had passed him by. He had escaped and now they had no idea where he was, or if he was even alive. This was something that he was content with, something he had found himself completely quieted by. There was no reason to really fight or to experiment or to do anything of that sort, he was happy where he was in the moment. The breeze of mid April had a thick scent of flowers and life. A warm feeling of new beginnings, of life rising from the ashes…

He loved seeing life flourish, it may not seem like it but it was something he genuinely enjoyed. It was why he did what he did. Why he worked so hard to heal people, why he tried so hard to make people better when they were infected with the pestilence. Milky blue eyes returned to this world from the memory that was housed in his brain, the bright array of flora that filled the field he found himself comfortably seated within, it introduced a new feeling into him that he found felt so different and foreign, mostly due to the lack of having felt it in such a long time.

Hope…

He was feeling that sweet hope that he so missed, the hope he felt when he saw Doctor Hamm back at the foundation before his death, the hope he felt when he rose from the wreckage of Site 19 littered with burns, the hope that he felt now were one in the same but this one was different in a way. This came with actual drive to see the world til it’s dying breath, he wanted to see life persevere in a way– and he wanted to see the death of the pestilence. “Who are you?” 049 asked suddenly as he felt those eyes settled upon him. They have been watching him for a while.

Milky blue eyes gazed over to the stranger who stood a ways away, the gentle breeze rushed past just as dark clouds began to manifest over the horizon bringing April Showers– soon there will be rain…