Shadows snake their way along the concrete, forming shapes and figures that echo through the night. The rustling of man-made trees and wildlife, originally born so singularly of the earth, now sways silently beneath a thick layer of city noise. Hovercrafts skim the shadow- branded ground, the heat shimmers visible even from where he was standing- no, crouching. Crouching, because if they saw him, he would be dead. Dead as dead can be, actually – Cinna thinks to himself, digging his nails deep within the ground.
Alone.
That's what Cinna was- all alone. No one was going to come back for him now... now Flint, or Cat- Eyed Walter, or even Portia. They were all gone, enveloped in the clouds of nuclear waste that reigned over his old home. He had no one to go to.
"Hey you! Kid! What are you ding here!"
The rough voice sends a trill of adrenaline through Cinna's veins, and he rockets to his feet, regardless of the impending danger that awaited beyond the tall grass. He had always been impulsive- which is what had gotten him here in the first place.
Trapped.
Wanted.
Alone.
In the Capitol.