The explosion. Death. Ashes. That's all Primrose Everdeen remembered. She swore on her life she was dead in that very minute.
Any breath she took had dried up her mouth and lungs. There was no air to breathe. There was nothing.
Everyone around her must have died. There had been no chance of survival. Not even of the slimmest. But somehow, even through the breaths began again so labored and heavy, she still breathed.
A ringing peirced her ears. She tried to scream for her mother, for Katniss who had thought she was dead,for buttercup, but there was no one.
No one had lived but her.
She waited, still on the ground for someone, anyone for help, but there was no hope. She had been trapped in the darkest of all places and there was no escaping now.
But even in the darkest of places, a light had been turned on.
She felt her hand, lifted into the dust by anothers and within seconds, she felt her body levitate from the ground. Within moments she had vannished into whatever air was left.
