Prim
I stand with my mother and the District 13 nurses. Looking at the scene makes my stomach churn. I push down a wave of nausea.
"Prim, suck it up." My mother says. "This is what working on the field is like. Coin needs someone down at the gate with the children."
That was my cue. Forcing down the lump in my throat, I start towards the inner fence. My feet move slowly, as if they were weighed down with bricks. Anxiety and adrenaline are at war inside me, as I navigate through the bombed streets.
"Help us... Please, help us. Please. I-I can't find…" I ignore the wails of Capitol civilians as I force my legs to move, staring straight ahead of me.
Finally reaching the gate, I stop dead in my tracks. Behind the bronze gate is a sea of children, suffering from various wounds. It was its own little battlefield, where life and death swung swords at each other. And the look on their faces... As if all hope is gone.
What if it was?
I enter the gate and jog to the nearest child I can find.
"Hey, buddy... Everything's going to be just fine" I assure him. Just as I bend down to examine his wounds, someone behind me screams.
"Prim!"
I know that voice. It belongs to Katniss.
I whip my head around, and a smile starts to form on my lips. But then the weirdest thing happens. A parachute, the ones used only in the Games, gracefully falls in front of my face. I look at Katniss in confusion. I see absolute terror on her face.
And that is the last thing I see before I die.
