It was dark and we could barely breath. Ever since we died in the games it's been kinda weird. Instead of burring us in our hometowns they burry everyone -everyone who has ever died in the games- in the capital...together. 'How do I know this if I'm dead' you might be asking yourself right now. Well now I don't really think I'm dead. I think everyone down here is starting to come back to life
I don't really remember much. I try and keep myself on track by repeating, over and over, every thing that I can remember. And trust me, it's not much.
My name is Cato.i was in the 74th annual hunger games. I didn't win. That's why I'm down here.
The thing that I remember the most is a pair of piercing grey eyes. They belong to a girl I have a deep connection with. Was she an enemy? A friend? Or just someone that I have seen once? Who knows. It could be anyone. I just wish that I could remember. You know, to have something more to remember. Not just that I'm dead but before I was I had something to live for. Someone. ☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻☻
Author's note: okay so this is our first chapter and will try to update at least every other day. So whatever you guys think please comment and if we get 10 votes then we will change the point of view to clove or if you guys have any better idas for that just leave it in the comments
-Anna&Cici😁
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Night of the living tribute (HG fanfic)
FanfictionWhat happens when you die in the hunger games? Trust me its not what you think. When the fallen tributes from past Hunger Games begin coming back to life the tributes reaped for the Quarter Quell are in for a surprise when the Capitol throws a grou...
