You were a lone hermit living off the coast of what used to be the state of.. "California." Or,- what's called now District 4. You lived on a little island under a little hut you've built out of palm logs and leaves, which shelter you well from the rain and sun. You also had dug up an old relic on the coast of District 4 itself, it was hidden deep in the sand, and what was hidden in the sand was a mystery to you. You swore to never open it until this very evening, the evening before the annual Hunger Games. On the island, you zip open the slightly moist bag to see something amazing. It was a rifle. No, not those overly complex rifles they hand out to the guardians of Panem, but it was an old one, from the early 21st-century. It had the name "AR-15" etched into the side of it, with multiple magazines that looked like 2 large drums on both left and right side of the rife, and tons, tons of ammunition canisters labeled, "U.S. Army grade 5.56x45mm NATO." You barely understood what any of the words meant, execpt for 'U.S. Army," that you've learned when you were in primary school on land years ago, learning about the pre-history of Panem. You counted around 5 boxes and you opened one of them. There were a multiple, colorful boxes that have long been desaturated by age, and you opened one, and examined the bullets. You load them into each magazine with precision, and load one into the rifle. You confusedly cock back the slide of the rifle, not knowing what'll happen, and you decompress the trigger curiously.

A loud BOOM could be heard across the sea, and you saw the tracer bullet flying incredibly fast toward the main land of Panem. You hurriedly pack everything onto a rowboat, and begin rowing to the mainland of Panem. You arrived on the early morning of the Hunger Games, and quickly snuck into the arena. You hid out in a bush. And saw the contestants start to rise up on pedestals. The announcer announces the events and it's details, and You stood up and ran towards the pedestals, and begin killing everyone you saw, trying to protest against the Games. You saw one girl hop down from one of the pedestals and start to run, but you shot her in the thigh and ran over to her. You flip her over and press the barrel of your gun against her temple, and she began to scream and kick wildly. You try to restrain her to the grass below, screaming at her that you'll kill her to make Panem collapse. But then, you hear a low, rumbling sound, and both of your screaming stops as you listen. The birds stop singing, and then you felt a rope fall on you, and suddenly your body locks up, and you couldn't move, or speak. and were pulled up into the aircraft...