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"Hey, dumbass. Wake up."

Cato groans, annoyed. Who the hell is trying to wake him? He was having such a great night's sleep…

Wait.

His eyes snap open and he bolts upright, heart suddenly pounding as he gasps for breath. Blindly, he claws at himself, making sure that everything is still intact. No scars, no bite marks, no gashes, no evidence of mutts… what the hell is going on?

And then he looks up, sees who woke him. "C-Clove?"

"In the flesh," she says, shooting him her classic, wicked grin. "Well, kind of. I don't really know what we're made of here."

"Here?" Cato repeats with a frown. "Where… where exactly is here? How are we both… alive?"

He's heard about people from before the Dark Days, how they would pray to deities above and how they had a place to go after one dies. An afterlife. But Cato never believed any of that. Yet, here he is. Here Clove is, alive and breathing and unscathed and beautiful.

Clove shrugs. "Honestly, I'm not even sure myself. But Glimmer and Marvel are here, and so is everyone else who died. You were the last one."

"So I did die?"

Clove scoffs. "Yeah, idiot. Seriously? Taken out by mutts because you were caught monologuing? We were trained way better than that!"

Cato thinks back as best he can, but everything feels a bit hazy. Was he monologuing? All he remembers is pain in his hand, an elbow in his chest, then falling, falling, falling. And then pain—so much pain, from every side, tearing through his body.

"At least I wasn't taken out by angry bugs."

"Hey, Glimmer's already embarrassed enough."

He chuckles at that, finally rising to his feet. It feels strange to move, as if he weighs nothing at all, but also as if he's the heaviest he's ever been.

"So you really don't know where we are?"

"I sort of do," says Clove, and she begins to walk. "Just follow me for now. Everything will be explained later."

He obliges, finally taking in his surroundings for the first time. They're in a field of some sort, grassy and wide. The sun is out, but it doesn't feel warm. It doesn't feel cold, either. It doesn't feel like anything.

As he follows Clove, Cato sees that they're approaching what looks like a district, complete with houses and other buildings. It's strange. So strange.

"Hey, um," he stops suddenly, grasping her elbow and pulling her back slightly toward him.

Clove looks down at his hand on her elbow, then back up at him, an eyebrow raised. "You good?"

"Yeah, it's just… I, um." Why can't he find words? Her gaze is paralyzing. "I'm sorry," he finally says, and it tastes foreign on his tongue. He can't remember the last time he's apologized. "For what happened," he continues before she can speak. "With… with Thresh. I should have been there. And I wasn't. I was a lousy partner and you died because of me. And I'm sorry."

She frowns, her eyes swirling with something unreadable. He thinks she's going to say something deep, but then she just shrugs, true to her unpredictable nature. "I don't blame you," she says. "I thought I could handle things. Got too wrapped up in the kill. There was nothing you could've done for me."

"But if I had been faster—"

"Cato, it's fine," she says, now sounding almost annoyed. "It happened, okay? There's nothing we can do to change it now. Come on, let's just keep walking."

He complies.

Cato is so confused.

In the past hour he's been reunited with his previous allies, has nearly gotten into a fight with Thresh, and has learned that the afterlife is an actual thing.

They live in Precinct 74. That's literally what it's called. It's him and Clove and Marvel and Glimmer and everybody else who died in the Games, all in their own little village. There are other precincts from past Games as well. The leader-figure is a thin woman named Patrice, and she explained everything.

The Capitol found a way to preserve their consciences. Something about a serum that was injected along with their trackers before the Games. So whoever died ended up in the field from earlier, before they were brought through the gates of Precinct 74. Apparently there was a whole viewing party as well—a large television in the Precinct's square, broadcasting the rest of the Games for the fallen tributes to watch.

He's still trying to wrap his head around it all.

"You get your own house as well," Patrice had said. "They go in order of district along the street—evens on one side, odds on the other. So the first house on the right is yours, followed by Clove's, and across from you two would be Marvel and Glimmer. Next to Clove would be Gil from District Four, and so-on and so-forth."

And then he was told that they had to answer questions. From people who know about the Games.

"Like, fans?" he had asked.

Patrice had chuckled. "Well, certainly not all of them are fans. But yes, they will be asking questions, and you will be answering. Traditionally alliances have the same mailbox, so you will be sharing one with Clove, Glimmer, and Marvel."

And that's where he finds himself now, standing in front of a large red mailbox, his allies at his side.

"This is so exciting!" Glimmer gushes. "It'll be so cool to have contact with the outside world!"

"It'll definitely be interesting, that's for sure," mutters Clove.

"I wonder if they can send us food, too," ponders Marvel. "The stuff here doesn't have any flavor."

Cato sighs. "Well," he says, reaching for the handle of the mailbox, "we're about to find out."

Okay, so this is not meant to be taken seriously. I don't think an afterlife for fallen tributes is a logical thing, but it's a fun-enough concept. I just can't get over my Career babies, okay? They're so misunderstood and I love them.

So basically, here's how it works:

-Leave a question in a review! It can be addressed to a single Career, or all of them, or a few of them.

-For the most part, only Cato, Clove, Glimmer, and Marvel will answer questions, so make sure you're only directing them toward those four. I'll let you know if I'm opening questions to other tributes.

-I'll update daily with answers to the questions received.

-You can reference all sorts of pop culture stuff—in my headcanon, Precinct 74 has knowledge of literally everything.

-Keep things like, PG-13. It's a teen-rated story, so it's fine to make sexual references and innuendos and stuff, but nothing overly graphic or wildly inappropriate.

-Just have fun! Again, it's not meant to be taken seriously, just a fun little thing for me to do. I'm really looking forward to this, so I hope you guys take part!