When we wake up in the morning Gale and I investigate the town over the fence and just like the fence near District twelve, it's not electrified. "It doesn't look like anyone's rebelling, it actually looks kind of peaceful," I whisper. "Should we pass through?" asks Gale. I take a quick look from left to right to make sure no one's passing and sure enough it's silent. "Okay," I say, "but we have to be careful."
We found an opening in the fence and we go through it. We walk taking careful steps and everything seems to be going fine when Gale squeezes my hand. "Prim," he whispers urgently. "What," I hiss at him afraid someone heard him. "I think I saw one of those people, one of those people who burned down our house," he says.
My heart skips a beat; we have to get out of here. "Look," he says. He points at something yellow crouched behind someone's house but I have a feeling it's not someone from the capitol. I move closer and it's just tulips. "Their flowers, Gale," I whisper to him.
Finding the other side of six is quite difficult. We pass many stores that are all empty and I'm not getting a good feeling from this. Our stomach's start to rumble again and our mouths are dry.
We pass a cart full of bread that was just baked and still warm. The scent makes bot mine and Gale's mouths water. At the time I don't wonder how they're still warm yet no one's in the bakery, I don't wonder if it's just a trap. "That bread looks so good," says Gale. "Yeah it does," I say.
We spend a long time just admiring it then I break down, "We can each have one roll, got it?" Gale nods his head. I reach for a roll that burns my skin at the touch but I don't let it go. Just as I raise the bread a male voice booms, "I hope you do now stealing's punishable by death."