I stood looking out into darkness. The war was over and my home in 13 was destroyed. Suddenly I remember my twin- how he evacuated 13 and went to 12. It was my only hope.

I grabbed a backpack and some vital supplies, I then stuffed them in the bag and ran. I sprinted over lifeless bodies of strangers and then I saw one of my greatest fears... There in front of me was a girl: my best friend, my only friend. I knew the general direction to twelve but what if the capitol destroyed twelve as well and eleven all until only the capitol was left. It would be a bloody miracle if I was allowed in the capitol!

I carried on running until night engulfed the land; I found a small half broken cottage, had a quick meal of tinned peaches and grabbed my sleeping bag. The second my head touched the pillow I heard a faint voice calling my name.