I can hear the sounds of the children screaming as I'm lowered from the hovercraft. A heartbreaking wail of small bodies battered and bloodied.
I can see the miniature bundles strewn to and fro, some missing limbs, others just wandering through the smoke- shell shocked and dumbfounded. Their faces caked with blood, dirt, and god knows what else.
I tend to as many as I can before I notice someone is calling out to me.
"-PRIM!"
The voice is immediately recognizable.
"KATNISS!", I yell in response, my eyes frantically searching, trying to catch a glimpse of my older sister.
Panic sets in as she yells out to me more urgently.
I want to run. I want to drop my medical bag and find her, but I have priorities. This is the first 'in field' assignment I've been given.
"PRIM!" She calls again.
I whirl around towards the sound of her voice.
"KATNISS!" I shout again.
And that's when I see her, terror and fear etched into her features as she sprinted toward me.
I open my mouth to call to her once more, yet as I do so, the world erupts in a crimson flash of blinding hot light.
The only thing I can make out over the deafening thunder is someone screaming my name.
