Author's Note: So, I'm been thinking about writing a Dark Days story for a while and I've been pre-writing this for a few weeks, now. It's my first multi-chapter, and I'm truly excited. This is a short introduction, but first I wanted to capture the essence of the Dark Days. Also, the chapters to come will be from the point-of-view of each district, so there's no main character. There's new ones each chapter instead. And I'll capture all the important moments of Panem which will be fun to write. So, I hope you all read along and enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, the HG wasn't mine. Sadly.
FACT: The title originates from the Latin saying of Panem.
Of Bread and Circuses
And it seems like all that matters in Panem, is bread and circuses.
The early morning sky was the color of blood.
Of course it wasn't exactly red, more of a deep pink color but blood was the first thought to cross anyones' mind who dared look up.
Screams of anguish, fear and regret filled the air, warning those unaware of the chaos surrounding them. Panem was slowly becoming a post-apocalyptic nightmare of death, bombs, and fire.
The sounds of hovercrafts closing in, battle cries, and the roar of muttations attacking would slowly beocme a familiar melody.
There was no escape, and no asylum.
Handfuls of people died each and every second. Some innocent, others not. But it was the blood that haunted those who were spared. The blood shed by the dead, and the blood shed by the soldiers who were meant to protect them, but failed in the end.
These days of death would be called the Dark Days. These days would never be forgotten.