This is going to have short chapters. Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins. Enjoy the story!
Zoe stared at the 23 dead bodies in front of her. The 88th Hunger Games had ended before the two hour mark. Air couldn't believe it. She won the Hunger Games.
Zoe breathed a heavy sigh. There was no reversing what she had done. Blood caked her hands. She had Mullen innocent teens.
She shuddered, remembering it all. She had been foolish. If only she didn't have the urge to kill. She even killed her neighbor.
Zoe walked to the window. She looked down at the Capitol. It reminded her of the games. It seemed as though they would never leave her mind.
Zoe decided to leave her room to get fresh air on the roof. She walked through the windowed hallways. She reached the door that would lead her to the roof.
She stared out at the Capitol, breathing in the fresh air. She was reminded of the days before she was reaped.
Life in District 7 wasn't so bad. She remembered one of her favorite moments of her life. Smiling, she turned around.
She saw a silhouette. She climbed towards the silhouette, which slowly turned into a girl. The girl was about 16.
Zoe reached into her sheath, where she kept her dagger. She held it up, ready for it to soon find a home in the girls chest. She whipped it into the girls heart, killing the girl.
Zoe looked at her hands, again fresh with blood. She ran of the roof. She ran into a maid and killed every maid she saw.
Peacekeepers ran to her. One of them knocked her unconscious.
Zoe blacked out.
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