Bonnie lugged her feet through the snow, breathing hard and mumbling to herself about how she could make it. "We're almost there…" I hoped she didn't hear the "I think." Added to the end.
I started to wonder if searching for district thirteen had any purpose at all.
We continued walking, walking towards what we thought was the way. Key word thought. I didn't mind, we had nothing to loose.
I was staring at my feet, because hours of looking ahead of you into the fields of nothing got depressing after awhile. We were close; I could feel it in my bones. We had met Katniss Everdeen. Katniss Everdeen. The mockingjay herself.
I remember when we met her, her shocked face when we had recognized her, with her bow in her hand, her hair in the classic braid and the mockingjay pin pinned on to her brown coat. Mockingjay… The mockingjay just screamed rebellion. Something the capitol didn't want to exist. The bird that had given us hope. Hope of a rebellion. I remembered how the people of district eight had noticed the mockingjay flying above Cyrus Manrue's head, and over several other reporters' heads. There was a secret the capitol was keeping. Not one of the small ones, like the dark secrets people suspected but a big one. A big one that we would like to know.
"Twill." I looked at Bonnie, who was staring straight ahead.
"Yeah?" She just stared straight ahead. And then I saw what she was staring at.
She was staring at a barbed wire fence.
Like the one's that bordered all the districts.
It was slightly burnt.
We had found it.
We were at district twelve.
At last.