In the blanketed, snowy woods, Katniss was lost in her thoughts. The District 8 footage repeatedly ran across her eyes as she continually tried to remember and apply it. Completely absorbed, she didn't notice the smoke coming from the cabin until a voice behind her told her to stop where she was.

"Alright, you got me," she said, raising her hands, "I participated in the Games under the influence of performance enhancing drugs."

Turning around, she faced her adversaries. "Aren't you a little short for a Peacekeeper?" she asked.

The short Peacekeeper lowered her weapon, and took a cracker out of one of the many pockets on her over-sized belt. Holding it out, Katniss could see that a mockingjay had been printed in the center.

She sighed. "Alright, somebody tried to do something like this to me before, and I still don't get it. Are you a secret society of bird enthusiasts or something?"

The girl, who appeared to be younger than Katniss, pocketed the cracker. "It means we're on your side."

Katniss scoffed and shook her head. "No you're not-I'm not joining some stupid bird club."

"She doesn't know?" said a second girl, similarly clad in a baggy Peacekeeper's uniform.

"Hey, I know things. I know there was an uprising in District 8."

"Yes, that's where we're from," said the original, armed girl, who moved to assist the second in limping back to the cabin, "As you can tell, it didn't go well."

Inside, it became immediately clear to Katniss that the pair had no survival skills. They had created a pitiable fire that was barely heating a tin can full of water and pine needles. Setting her gun aside, the first girl introduced herself as Twill as she helped her sister (introduced to Katniss as Bonnie) onto a blanket that was spread next to the fire.

"I'm surprised the girls who killed two Peacekeepers and stole their uniforms couldn't manage better out here," remarked Katniss.

"Oh, no, we didn't kill anyone."

"Sure, neither have I," replied Katniss with an exaggerated wink.

"We're trying to get to District 13."

Their fire snapped as Katniss squatted down and attempted to prod some life into it. "Why?"

Watching her actions intently, Twill answered in a hurry, as if she had a limited time to disclose the information. "We think, and a lot of people in District 8 think, that it might still exist, underground."

"Any particular reason why?"

"The footage of District 13 that they use in the news is always the same. There hasn't been a new video taken since the original war. If you watch carefully, in the very corner of the screen, a mockingjay, the same one every time, flies away."

Katniss stood to her feet, and examined the flames for a bit before facing Twill. "You're telling me," she touched her index fingers to her thumbs, "that the same government that has hovercrafts and invisible force-fields won't get some CGI going and alter the footage even a little bit?"

Twill shrugged, the heavy uniform weighing down on her slight shoulders.

"You know what? Yes. I do believe you. At this point, I no longer believe that the Capitol is actually trying anymore. But how will another District help us?"

"Before the war, District 13 made nuclear weapons."

Katniss's hands went to her head as she stumbled backwards. "Are you freaking kidding me? They made nuclear weapons? How, no, why," she sputtered, "was that allowed to happen? That would be like the Nazis having a concentration camp make live hand grenades!"

She flung open the cabin door and shouted into the muted, white forest, "Is anybody even trying anymore?"