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Title: Aim for the Head
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seraphcelene
Spoilers: through Mockingjay
A/N: written for the You're Every Song and I Sing Song Lyric Comment Ficathon, sponsored byyoucallitwinter. For wishdreamer27's request for Aim for the Head by Creature Feature.
Prompt: The Hunger Games, zombie apocalypse.
Can I pose a question? / How do you kill what is dead? / I just shoot from the hip / And I aim for the head.">
It's easy as shooting squirrels or deer. Bullseye into the decaying frontal lobe, right between the eyes or, easier still, into the eye socket itself. The zombies are more dangerous in herds, attracted by loud noises, by the cracking ricochet of gunfire in a canyon. Strays are easy to take down, especially from a distance. There's plenty of time. No rush, no hurry.
Nock the arrow, draw the bowstring, aim for the head.
Breathe.
Release.
The quiver blooms suddenly from the eye; it falls.
*
Make plans, God laughs, and suddenly it's the end of the world. Like Jabberjays in the wild mating with Mockingbirds, things seldom go as they are intended. Katniss knows about good intentions better than most.
A series of whistles pass overhead, Mockingjays trading four notes through the forest. There will be no more walking dead stumbling out of the woods today.
Katniss nudges the body, then bracing her foot against the rotting chest, she yanks the arrow free.
"Kill the brain and you kill the ghoul."
Katniss cleans the arrowhead on the grass.
Breathe.
Release.
She crushes the skull with a rock just to be on the safe side.
*
"Four on the North Slope, " Katniss tells Gale once she's back behind the fence and the low hum of electricity drowns out the white noise voices in her head.
"That's down six from last month," Gale says. "That's a good sign."
"Better than it was," she replies. Maybe better than the days before the Quarter Quell, before the second rebellion, before they gave her back Peeta, a damaged gift carrying an undetected infection that mutated in the wild. "Still not the best."
Gale takes her hand as they walk back towards the Victor's Village. "Well, except for Prim, I can't say that I'm sorry about the zombies. Keeps their eyes off us."
"Zombie Games make for better entertainment, I guess. What did you once tell me?"
*
For five years, cut off by the legions of walking dead, cut off from the Districts by their own too clever plan to brain wash the population, The Capitol feeds its hunger for entertainment with new games. Cesar Flickerman has the same shark-toothed smile, too wide and too bright, even if his clothes have gone a little threadbare.
"I've been told that killing zombies is like shooting fish in a barrel.Except they bite! Before we meet our eleven contestants, culled from our very own audience, let's take a look back at the previous victors of the most recent sensation to sweep Panem, The Zombie Games."
The vid screen flickers through zombie hordes corralled in a re-purposed Arena. Tribute are eaten, trampled, starved, and bitten only to die and re-animate. They fight each other and the zombies until one person remains.
*
Katniss leans back and watches the retrospective. "All they want is a good show," she whispers.
On screen, Cesar Flickerman leans towards the camera. "Wasn't that amazing?"
The audience off-screen roars.
"Good luck to all of our participants." Cesar smiles. "And remember, shoot from the hip and aim for the head."
Author:
seraphceleneSpoilers: through Mockingjay
A/N: written for the You're Every Song and I Sing Song Lyric Comment Ficathon, sponsored by
youcallitwinter. For wishdreamer27's request for Aim for the Head by Creature Feature.Prompt: The Hunger Games, zombie apocalypse.
Can I pose a question? / How do you kill what is dead? / I just shoot from the hip / And I aim for the head.">
It's easy as shooting squirrels or deer. Bullseye into the decaying frontal lobe, right between the eyes or, easier still, into the eye socket itself. The zombies are more dangerous in herds, attracted by loud noises, by the cracking ricochet of gunfire in a canyon. Strays are easy to take down, especially from a distance. There's plenty of time. No rush, no hurry.
Nock the arrow, draw the bowstring, aim for the head.
Breathe.
Release.
The quiver blooms suddenly from the eye; it falls.
*
Make plans, God laughs, and suddenly it's the end of the world. Like Jabberjays in the wild mating with Mockingbirds, things seldom go as they are intended. Katniss knows about good intentions better than most.
A series of whistles pass overhead, Mockingjays trading four notes through the forest. There will be no more walking dead stumbling out of the woods today.
Katniss nudges the body, then bracing her foot against the rotting chest, she yanks the arrow free.
"Kill the brain and you kill the ghoul."
Katniss cleans the arrowhead on the grass.
Breathe.
Release.
She crushes the skull with a rock just to be on the safe side.
*
"Four on the North Slope, " Katniss tells Gale once she's back behind the fence and the low hum of electricity drowns out the white noise voices in her head.
"That's down six from last month," Gale says. "That's a good sign."
"Better than it was," she replies. Maybe better than the days before the Quarter Quell, before the second rebellion, before they gave her back Peeta, a damaged gift carrying an undetected infection that mutated in the wild. "Still not the best."
Gale takes her hand as they walk back towards the Victor's Village. "Well, except for Prim, I can't say that I'm sorry about the zombies. Keeps their eyes off us."
"Zombie Games make for better entertainment, I guess. What did you once tell me?"
*
For five years, cut off by the legions of walking dead, cut off from the Districts by their own too clever plan to brain wash the population, The Capitol feeds its hunger for entertainment with new games. Cesar Flickerman has the same shark-toothed smile, too wide and too bright, even if his clothes have gone a little threadbare.
"I've been told that killing zombies is like shooting fish in a barrel.Except they bite! Before we meet our eleven contestants, culled from our very own audience, let's take a look back at the previous victors of the most recent sensation to sweep Panem, The Zombie Games."
The vid screen flickers through zombie hordes corralled in a re-purposed Arena. Tribute are eaten, trampled, starved, and bitten only to die and re-animate. They fight each other and the zombies until one person remains.
*
Katniss leans back and watches the retrospective. "All they want is a good show," she whispers.
On screen, Cesar Flickerman leans towards the camera. "Wasn't that amazing?"
The audience off-screen roars.
"Good luck to all of our participants." Cesar smiles. "And remember, shoot from the hip and aim for the head."
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