From the perspective of Katniss Everdeen
Katniss Everdeen walked down the streets of the Capitol, passing various stores and markets. Her boots hit the ground in a rhythmic pattern, one, two, one, two. The scarf around her neck kept the breeze from reaching her skin. The thought made her shiver. She was on edge just at the thought of being in the Capitol again after what had happened with President Snow and Prim, and simply walking the roads of the city made her feel unsafe, threatened even though nobody lived here anymore. All the citizens who hadn't died in the bombings had left the area, either moved to the districts or out into the forest to start lives of their own. Now they'll see how hard it is out there, Katniss thought to herself. They deserved it. Watching children fight for their survival? Maniacal, in her opinion. The wind tousled her hair gently, and she pulled her hands out of the pockets of the fleece jacket she wore to pull the strands off her face. She glanced towards the windows of the store, briefly looking at the coats and hats that the Capitol had sold before the riots. The autumn clothes only looked slightly out of place in the snowy landscape that surrounded her, tiny white flakes slowly drifting to the ground, one at a time. Out of the corner of her eye, a white spark flashed across her vision, leaving as soon as it had come. She stopped walking, and turned her head to where the bright flare had jumped into her sight. A rack of small red bags were stacked in an old store. The building itself had clearly seen better days, it was falling apart and covered in nature. Moss, vines, dead flowers. She couldn't see what the bags had written on them since she was a few stores away, but she decided to pick her feet up and move towards the blue-bricked building to take a closer look.
