The drones were whirring about you.

People were being knocked down as Lucy grabbed you and ran to safety. "Keep with me, baby girl!" She shouted as your ran, your legs ached but you knew what would happen if you stopped.

When you and Lucy settled into the vent again, everyone was quiet for once, they laughed at all the tributes except you. They all loved you, every time Lucy, or Coriolanus brought you around, their horrible personalities and stuck up selves melted away with you adoring smile and sweet voice.

You'd survived, somehow. In the history of the games there had only been two victors, so far.

But at what cost? Your brother had been sentenced away to district 12, and the only other person who shared any understanding for what you went through was no where to be found. In the wind, gone.

So, you did what you thought best. You ran. All the way to 12, and the comfort of your dear older brother, and his best friend.