A/N - Here's the follow-up to Why? For those of you who haven't read it, you might want to :)

PPOV

About an hour has passed since we were attacked by the…gorilla mutts. Finnick told us what they were. I only remember seeing pictures from school, but of much smaller ones, not anything that big of course. Finnick said that they were known to get pretty large, much bigger than humans, heavier but they were often hunted for their hands and feet and killed off ages ago, before the big war. I don't know how he knows this, but he does and I won't question it.

We have cleared up what we could, the hovercraft taking both the morphling and Wiress' bodies away. Katniss put all the cleaned arrows in her quiver and is sharpening some of the ends with a rock she found, while Gale sharpens a knife the same way. Johanna is eating again, keeping on eye on Beetee who has been very quiet and playing with a roll of what looks to be wire or something. I know he's from District 3 and has invented things, but what they are, I have no clue. I'm just sitting here trying to figure out what we'll do next, following Katniss' lead and sharpening the spear and knife I have.

"So, do you think anyone else got attacked by these things, Finnick?" Johanna asks somewhat loudly from where she sits by the fire, or maybe it just seems loud because no one has been speaking for awhile.

Everyone turns to look at him, while he is holding his slowing falling asleep love in his arms. He shakes his head, "No, I don't think so. I think they sent these just for us and if I'm correct in that, then more will be coming, made especially for us."

"Why? Why are we so much more special?" Gale questions, standing up and moving near them. "I get that Katniss pissed them off, but I don't think she even intended to do that. There was no way in hell that she would have killed Peeta just because they need a Victor, but there was no way she would have killed him anyway. She fell in love with him in that damn cave and I know it's true, because that's when everything changed. Why are they using her as some example? I mean, haven't they had other Victors who have challenged them before?"

"You sure do ask a lot of questions." Johanna says, standing up too. Now everyone is watching them and even if we don't admit it, we all know that the cameras are focused on our group more so than any other. "Of course they've had other Victors spit in their fancy-ass faces, why do you think so many of us are fucked up the way we are? Your only other Victor from your district has been a drunk ever since they killed off his family, you think that just happened? No. They screw with us until they get what they want and right now my guess is they want us dead. I say we pack up what we can and get moving. There's bound to be another attack and somehow I think it ain't gonna be as pretty as those things were. We need to get out of here."

Katniss stands up too and I follow her lead, as I tend to when I don't know what else to do. She rarely has a true plan to follow, but when she thinks of something, it's usually not too horrible. In a strong voice, one like I haven't heard all day, she says, "We can't go back to the forest on the other side, I don't think we're safe following the river too closely, we have to go deeper into these woods or find our way back to the cornucopia."

In a lower voice and maybe because he hasn't talked much since we've been here, Beetee suddenly speaks up, "No, following the river will take us back to the cornucopia. We have to follow and we have two excellent hunters with us. You both know how to track, right?"

He looks directly at my fiancée and then to Gale. They both nod and he continues, "Then, both of you in front, where you'll be more likely to see something. I say Finnick and Johanna in the back because they are good fighters, Peeta, you smack in the middle with that spear. We can do this and then I can set something up."

"What do you mean, 'set something up'? What and how?" Johanna asks the question everyone wants to know now.

"I know how to get us out of here." Beetee exclaims as he stands up and wipes the sand from his rubbery outfit.