My fingernails are chewed to the nub. Filled with dirt I cannot clean and of unnatural color. Everywhere I look, there is jungle and green. I hate her, the Mockingjay. She did this, she is going to make us die! She is what killed almost everyone I loved. And what did I do? I didn't know about a rebellion or anything. And now we have to pay for something that is not on our hands.
Everything around me makes noise, putting the thought of an attacker around in my head. But everyone here is my friend, and 21 of them are already dead. Killed by their neighbor, friend since kindergarden, even cousin or sister. Now there are three of us. Me, Stiffer Oxford, and two other boys. One being my best friend, ever. One being an old babysitter.
Who was that? Who had died? I wonder if it was him, but then I don't want that. Then we would go against each other...
Pure fear rushes over my back, filled with cold and darkness. It's him. At the same time I see my best friend being lifted up by the hovercraft. I was okay though. It meant I didn't have to kill him. But then, before he disappears in the craft, I...