It was nearly closing time at the zoo, the guards would lock the gates soon, but you were still inside. It was quite a cold evening, with a chilly breeze and the damp air was freezing. The sky was dim and darkened as if night had already started. You walked past the monkey house in the zoo, and you glanced in to see if you could spot any tributes. Seeing none but one girl in particular, you decided to approach her.

She leaned heavily against the bars, her cheek pressed against the rusty metal. Her dark brown hair fell on her shoulders limply, deflated, and there was a very respondent mood with her, her dark eyes downcast, her face showed sullenness, vapidity, somberness, she was in a state of solemnity. She smoothed out the end of her dress, her fingers fiddling absent-mindedly with the colorful ruffles.

There was a deafening silence for a minute, until the slightest movement of the girl lifting her head to look up at you, noticing you for the first time. She blinked, her hand still entangled in the pretty frills. Her mouth opened, and she stared at you with reproachful, but mostly interested and intrigued eyes, that still had a spark of curiosity in them, in comparison to the depressed atmosphere.

You saw how weak she looked, the pale face, the hollow cheeks, the dirt in her hair; she wasn't in a good state. She cleared her throat, breaking the silence, and then she gripped the bars of the physical cage she was trapped in, looking at you earnestly.

"Hello, ma'am. Or is it sir? It's...nice to meet you."

She paused, hesitating, but then she spoke in an urgent, desperate voice.

"Do...do you have any food on you, newcomer? I'd really appreciate it if you could give me some, I haven't had anything since the reaping, and that was nearly five days ago. Please."

Her voice broke off at the end, indicating her distress. She was very thin, underfed, starved, and definitely malnourished. Her lips were in a thin line, and she waited for your response, observing you with a very slight feeling of hope.