I ran out of breath pretty soon, but kept running anyway, running against all odds, after a number of sleepless nights, not having eaten for days. The rocks were cutting my sore feet, the branches hitting my face. I felt the blood trickling down my face and my legs. One branch almost poked my eye out, scratching the side of my face, but I still kept on moving forward, dragging my feet. I could have stopped, I could have surrendered but would not. Because he was running by my side and if I stopped, he would have stopped too and there was no way on earth I would ever let them get him. He was all I have left.
The trail we were on was covered by small rocks that painfully cut into our blistered burned skin, I flinched every time my foot landed on one of the rocks. I could not breathe and needed a drink of water so badly! I glanced over at Williard - he was barely dragging his feet through the dry mud and his cheekbones were sticking out so much, he looked like a skeleton. I was about to give up but then I saw them, a boy and a girl our age that were hiding in the bushes. She was holding a bow and arrow and the boy was clutching to a large knife. They were skin and bones, just like us, but their clothes were clean. They were clearly from one of the districts, not from the Capitol. They were my last hope - they could have hiden Williard, saving him from President Snow's minions.
-"Help us!" I screamed but it came out as a wisper. My eyes met the girl's eyes in a slient plea. She quickly looked away, as if embarrased. At that moment a hovercraft appeared out of nowhere and before I got a chance to even make a sound, I felt something cover me and lift me up in the air. A moment later I heard Williard's penetrating scream, full of pain and desperation. Then it stopped abruptly. He was dead, I was sure of it. "Williard!" I screamed before falling into the darkness.