Rescue
My body is covered in scars and I have no idea how long I have been here now. All I know is that I'm still alive and how ever hard it seems I'm going to keep fighting. A few times I feel as though I'm losing it, like there is no reason anymore but I always get over that and keep it together. The pain is excruciating right now, the good thing though is the fact the screams from my neighbours have ceased and even if the silence in eerie and unnerving it's better than the high pitched screams and heartless laughs of the Peacekeepers. All of a sudden I hear shouts and people's footsteps running towards me. They sound frantic and they haven't the same callous tone as the Peacekeepers. Normally I would leap up to see what the commotion was but all I can do is lay sprawled on the floor not wanting to move as when I do the pain becomes unbearable.
"Hello?" I manage to croak quietly from my dry throat that has gone for days without a sufficient amount of food or drink. The door is opening and men in uniform burst in. A particularly strong man who appears to be in his early twenties with olive coloured skin, dark hair and grey eyes picks me up in his arms. I don't feel comfortable; I don't like this contact so I immediately begin to scream.
"Don't worry Annie; the Capitol can't hurt you anymore. We're taking you to District 13 where you'll be safe." he says quietly, running up the stairs still holding me. District 13? That was destroyed, obliterated. Is this a dream, me escaping?
"Finnick?" I croak. Snow was right there is a District 13 and there Finnick is, if he's still alive.
"He's in 13 Annie. He's fine and so are you. We've got a hovercraft ready to go there." he says which calms me down and I exhale in relief.
There are so many questions I want to ask but I start with a basic one and ask "What's your name?"
"Solider Gale Hawthorne. I live in District 13, previously District 12 and I am a rebel solider." he replies.