My heart stops as I drop the bread. I turn around to face a man with short cut brown hair and deadly dark brown eyes that you could easily mistake for black. The scariest part however is that it wasn't any regular citizen of district six, he was a peacekeeper. "Didn't you hear me? I said, stealing is punishable by death," he snarls.
I gulp and force myself to get words out of my very dry throat. "I-I'm very a-a-aware of that s-sir," I manage to say. "Don't think just because your kids I'm gonna let you away that quickly." Is he really going to kill us?
Out of the corner of my eye I see a train boarding and I get an idea. In one sudden movement I grab Gale wrist, run and hop onto the train. Then we escape the peacekeeper and the town. "Prim," Gale whispers. "Yeah," I respond. "Mom said specifically not to go on a train. We could get recognized." "Then we'll just have to get off, now," I respond. "Now?" asks Gale. "Now," I clarify. I drag him to the doors that I pry open. The wind blows in our face wiping our hair all around. "Now!" I yell and we both jump out landing hard on the grass near the fence that separates district six from the woods surrounding district five.
I landed hard on my right ear that I find is bleeding, hard. Gale stopped his fall by putting his hands out and I look over to him and he's crying. "What hurts?" I ask. "M-my wrists I-I think they're b-broken," he cries. I gently press my index finger and my middle finger to his wrists to see if there are any broken bones.
As soon as I make contact he lets out a cry of pain. I remove the pressure quickly but I still felt a fractured bone, not broken, but fractured. "It's fractured," I sigh. I tear off part of my jacket which I use to keep his bones in place. "Just don't move them," I warn him.
We walk through the forest the sun now lowering and along the way we find a creek that we drink from and we find an apple tree were I pick apples for me and Gale. We finish our fruit and keep on moving. It's sunset when we reach the fence but when we listen closely we hear a faint buzzing noise. "It's on," I say. "Then what do we do?" asks Gale. "Wait till morning I guess." Then I realize this is district five, power. That fence will never turn off.