After a much needed lunch break, John resumed telling Peeta what had happened that faithful night.
"There was a ceasefire for a while, and for once in our lives, we thought that we were safe. By then, everyone was shivering and cold, as it was twilight. The few people who had any thing, bless them, were willing to share it with the others. If it were not for those pure souls, we surely would not have survived the night. It was a cool evening, with only the light of the fires as illumination. We talked, and shared stories, as this was probably the best way to pass the time, for those who did not want to go to sleep. It was also quiet. Too quiet, we realized, for the Capitol who had just dropped bombs on us. That is when the final one was released.
Everyone screamed, many ran in terror, and there was chaos. Nobody could see each other, and the Meadow was jam packed. The last thing I thought and said before blacking out was to one of your brothers, 'If we survive this, tell everyone we know, especially Peeta, that I love them.' Something, probably a piece of debris, hit me in the head, and I was knocked unconscious.
When I came to, I was in a hut, somewhere deep in the forest. It was crudely made, with animal skins on the floor, and there were two rooms. An old woman was coming, with a bowl of steaming hot food.
'Excuse me,' I asked, 'but would you kindly tell me where I am?'
She replied, 'Well, first of all, you are in my hut. I have been taking care of you ever since I found you unconscious by the riverbank. Now lie down, you are not healthy enough to by standing up yet.'
We left the conversation at that. Over the weeks, she healed me. Soon, I was ready to go back into the world. She got me back to District 2, where, by now, the rebellion was over and people were living their lives again. , I got in touch with Effie, who in turn got in touch with you, and well, you know what happened afterwards."
"Well, that's my story. You wouldn't believe what it felt like all those weeks, no knowing whether you, your brothers, and your mother were alive. I was overjoyed when I knew you were up and well!" exclaimed Peeta's father, "what happened to you?"
Peeta reluctantly informed his father on the events of the past weeks. His father, more caring than ever, understood every single, word. He cried when it was sad, he laughed when it was funny, and overall, made Peeta remember truly how important his father was to him.