Here I sit in the bunkers of district 13 my hands red and blistered from knotting and un-knotting the piece of rope lent to me by Finnick Odair who lies in another room lying awake for fear the nightmares of the games that engulf him. i watch buttercup glare at me in the shadows his yellow eyes lighting the darkness. Another bomb hits district 13 and the bunker shakes my sister Prim screams as she wakes from the shaking of the never-ending bombs.

My battered mind flicks to Peeta in the capitol probably getting tortured, my heart aches for him but i must be strong or the rebels will lose hope.