Surviving The Simulations

by EmberLex

People believe that the Hunger Games where a first try kinda thing. That there was preparations, but nobody knew exactly when or how to use the weapons. Oh how they where wrong. Meet the survivors of Project Simulation. The Games, before the Games. When new Panem hasn't gotten word of the last remainder of the games they dispise, they just might have to play again.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: IMPORTANT Hello world! If you don't know me I'm Lex coming in with another story.. Fear not though, Sorry I Loved You is still happening. D5 reaping should be out soon. I just had another hairbrained idea. So.. lemme break it down.

Do you really think that Snow would let untested weapons be used in his glorious games? Uh No.

So the rebellion happens, and nobody knows about Project Simulation. The testing, of the Hunger Games. These are the survivors of this project, trying to make sure the world destroys the final reminder of the games before something terrible happens. This Intro is super short! I'm sorry about that. The others, will be longer I promise! PLEASE REVIEW. So I know if I should actually do this story or not. Thanks!

-Lex

I have a story to tell…

They say that there isn't a more broken person than a victor. And they're right. But when they say such things they point fingers at Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Peeta Mellark, And Katniss Everdeen. Johanna, who's trying to find herself in a world full of fear, Annie, who's trying to prepare for a child, in a world she fears, without the person who grounded her. Peeta, who's trying to figure out who he is,and Katniss Everdeen, who was driven mad with grief. these people have seen things. Yes, but are they the most broken? No. People think two games should break you? Try Ten. Try, not having the capitols high class doctors patch you up, try being tortured so many times, you see the people of your past without having to sleep. I can't believe people are naive enough to think that the horrors seen in the games, the children who just go missing, that the sadist that was President snow let his marveled games, mutts, weapons, torture methods, not be tested. I would think that the brightest minds of Panem could have figured it out by now. But no. I owe the rebels for causing enough chaos or me to slip away from that hellhole, but. Are you that stupid?

I climb up in a tree, barely able to scramble there now. I'm near the outskirts on district one. Not sure if I'll make it the whole way, not sure if the people will ever know that if they don't destroy the simulation sector, and fast, they'll lose all they've fought for. I don't even know if they'll believe me.

I'll keep pushing on though. The thought of seeing my brother, my district for the first time in three years may be enough to get me to one. After that… I don't know.

I'm Zyra Koore, age 17. One of the many souls who where part of the simulations. I've won the equivalent of ten Hunger Games, and will my story ever be heard?