The Hunger Games have changed me. In more ways than one. But it has also brought good things. Like Peeta. I never noticed him before the games. Even after he threw me that stale bread in the rain, I didn't think about him. But he thought about me. And now, I love him. It's funny how things work out; you never expect it.
Now we are on the run. From the districts, from the Capitol, from the rebellion. It's just Peeta and me. Mom decided to stay back, saying that this was too much exercise. I think it was just an excuse to not leave the place she loved- District 12. Which, of course, is no longer existing. It still exists in her heart though. And everyone's heart who lived there.
We decided to run away after Coin died. And Snow. It was just too much. I can't take it anymore. Prim is gone and it is all Gale's fault. I know he didn't mean blowing up that bomb, but still. I will always blame him for my loss.
We have been running for a few days, our food slowly diminishing as we become more hungry and thirsty. Peeta says we will run until there is a place to stay. I hope we find it fast because I don't know if I can take much more of this anymore. Even though I am only eighteen year old, both games have tired me. I am an eighty year old woman stuck in the body of an adolescent.
I see Peeta keep glancing at me out of my peripheral vision. Then, he gasps. I turn my head forward and my eyes focus on the ruins ahead of me.
