Wilbur Henderson's POV
I drove all the way to the 74th Puppy Hunger Games arena. District 12 is still storming. I then turned on the wipers.
I said, "Oh shit. I guess a bad storm is battering all over this place...".
This place is filled with traffic, due to weather conditions. I hate bad weather so much. It will always delay my deliveries for too long.
"Goddamn it. I have to send a letter to the pups.", I said. "If I do not send them, they will not know about the aftermath effects of this year's Puppy Hunger Games. And also, I believe that was a very freaking foul, and it is because Chase, Everest, Marshall, Rocky, Rubble, Skye and Zuma, who were PAW Patrol members, are all Tributes.".
I hate to see the PAW Patrol as Tributes. When the traffic light goes green, cars were now driving through rainy roads.
I sighed heavily when I try to head to the Arena as fast as I can.
Hope it is not too late, I must head to the forest and send a suicide letter to the pups. It was from the now-dead Primrose Everdeen.
Then I looked at my watch and said, "Oh, shit. I need to do something about this delivery...".
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When the Mockingjay Cries
FanfictionThis is an (un)official sequel to Love-Rocky15's PAW Patrol: The Hunger Games. Yet it is, it's another PAW Patrol and Hunger Games crossover... Wait, do I really even need to give this one an introduction? Well, here is the plot: A week after the Pu...
