A large part of Katniss wanted to return to the city.

It could provide them with ample shelter and a base to collect themselves. It was risky but it was possible. Anything was possible if it meant staying alive. As the pair continued to thunder towards any outlet of safety, a horrifying shriek was heard but Katniss didn't dare waste energy or movement to look to where it had originated from. Right now, they couldn't get distracted by anything else or anyone else. It seemed the mysterious mist was capable of moving and she knew who was clearly behind the blatant attack. Sure, she knew there would be more things thrown at her but she didn't think it would happen so soon.

"Come on!" Katniss urged, not wanting to let the pesky Gamemakers win. Not so soon, but not ever if it could be helped. Up and to the left, she saw that the few trees were turning into something else, like a wheat field. She was sure some kind of fire could be spread but if it could keep the mist at bay, she'd take that gamble. Thankfully Haymitch's idea of climbing trees could be scraped, as she wasn't very confident in the notion of doing something with haste, only to corner themselves at a dangerous height. For now they had to run until they couldn't anymore, or until the mist finally got them, or when it relented, if ever.

Her heart was racing as Haymitch called out, telling her to run faster. Something was wrong. She craned her neck to see it right on top of them. "Shit!" She sped up and saw the dry long strands of grass inching closer and closer. She leaned back and grabbed hold of Haymitch's hand and pulled him along. Finally, she could feel her ankles being tickled by the beige colored grass and she turned to see the mist linger in place before retreating slowly. She finally allowed her knees to rest as she fell to them and then rolled backward onto her butt as she tried to catch her breathe without dry heaving too much. "Are...are you alright?" She asked him.

The mist hadn't gotten her but she was sure it had gotten Haymitch, and based on the screams they had heard not too long along, she was sure he was hurt. She could tell but she was just being polite in asking while she caught her breath. When she finally did, she patted the dry dirt beside her so he could sit down for her to take a look at what injury he had sustained. She had almost lost him, so easily and she was ready to be alone. As much as she wanted to crack a joke, she didn't have the guts to be stupid right now. "Come on, let me see." She said softly and pulled her pack around to her lap.

Prim's skepticism was understandable, but unhelpful.

As silly and as implausible as the idea was, it was all he could think of right now. If she had a better idea or a reason to move on, he'd listen to her. But Gale knew the value and rarity of finding a live creature in their situation and he would want to do anything to give them an advantage, as opposed to often being at a blind disadvantage. They couldn't exactly rely on Peeta for food and drink. They had to survive on their own and while Prim was still new to knife throwing, he trusted her far more than himself when it came to wielding knives and other small delicate things. "Don't worry too much." He tried to assure her.

Prim gave a vocal cue as well as taking out one of her knives. He offered a smile before he looked back to the tricky task at hand. He then went after the tiny little fur ball. The squirrel ran down and Prim made her first attempt. He didn't expect her to get it right off the bat, but if she kept up with it, he was sure she'd be able to have another chance to try again. On the other hand, he knew they couldn't spend too much time or effort on the task or it wouldn't be worth it in the end, even if they were successful. He went after it and Prim did as well. She managed to take it down and he slid his sword back away behind him, in its sheath. "Good job." He huffed softly.

The effort wasn't too tiring on his body but it had been enough to get his juices pumping again. He was ready to keep moving now. "Sure." He gave her a nod and crouched down by the animal and quickly twisted its head. As he was putting it away for safe keeping, for nightfall, they heard a very troubling, chilling cry. He quickly rose and looked to Prim, hoping she was okay. Trouble was coming and she wasn't sure if it was in the form of a blood thirsty Career or some kind of beastly creature with fangs and wings, or some kind of lab created monster. "Right, we'll keep moving then." They had no choice unless they wanted to be reckless.

He started to jog but felt an odd drop in temperature. Why? Another person screamed and he swallowed. Where was the danger coming from!? He motioned for Prim to keep close to him. "We'll lose our bearings if we're not careful." What was important, was staying together and being safe. The outermost area with the cliffs could wait. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glittering wave of silver mist coming toward him. At first, it didn't seem all too bad. "That can't be it-right?" He laughed a little but as soon as it began to descend, he felt a searing pain touch his forehead. "Run! Run!" He yelled and put a hand to his head as he turned to get them as far away as possible. The skin was already beginning to redden and form boils, panic was now fueling him as he knew full immersion would be a painful death for sure.