AN: 'Ello! Tis I, Eyes for Eternity, here to unleash my first full-length Hunger Games fic! *cue applause* And thank you, most high readers, for reading my humble works. I make no guarantee about updates. I have at least 3 other stories I'm also working on, and I haven't updated them in months. Sadly, this one cannot be any different. So...yeahz. Keep reading! Peace!
~Eyes for Eternity
And because I forget these far too often, I do not own the Hunger Games. Suzzane Collins does. Although, if she ever eBays it, I would quite like to have Gale. No, eBay doesn't do him justice. Maybe some big expensive rich-people merchant market. Yes? Yes.
EL PROLOGUE-OH
"Gale, what do you…what do you mean?" I ask, scared to death. Almost literally.
"They bombed District 12, all of the districts. The moment you blew that forcefield, they sent the planes in. And now all that's left of the country at all is the Capitol." Oh no. No. No, no, no! Everyone's gone, everyone's dead. And it's all my fault. I started the rebellion, and now I've gotten any hope of it destroyed.
"So…everyone's…you know, gone? Dead?" I ask, mortified.
"Almost. A lot of 12 escaped, your family, mine, Peeta's and Madges. Maybe ten more. From what we've heard, 11 had a lot of survivors, as well as 8 and 4. 1 and 7 had the most fatalities, and the rest broke even," Haymitch replies. I numbly nod my head, agreeing because I don't know to believe it or not.
"So where to now?" I say monotonously. I don't know if I want to hear the answer or not.
"District 13."
