it's over. Cornelius Snow is dead. The 76th Hunger Games will not arrive next year, neither will any others. Though, caught in the crossfire was your younger sister Primrose, you had learnt of her death a few hours after the incident. When you enter your home Buttercup, Prim's cat, stares back at you.

"...She's dead."

You say to the cat angrily expecting it to try and claw at your face, though, he stares into your eyes before letting out a small meow. You lash out in absolute rage

"SHE'S DEAD. AND SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK YOU STUPID CAT."

In your burst of rage you knock a couple things onto the floor, though the cat flinches, it doesn't back down, it slowly hops along the window sill and onto the table before looking up at you. Tears stream down your face as you stare back.