𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐮

⇛ 𝐂𝐇. 𝟔𝟐

"you'd think now that we escaped we'd be off this train of being in front of stupid cameras to broadcast our lives." renjun said, his steps heavy as he walked through the passage out of the bunkers.

present coin had asked the eight to tell panem that they were alive and well and that thirteen was attacked ruthlessly by president snow but they survived. she also asked them to make up some stories that they lost each other in the rush to get to safety, some were injured and that it was scary. to say the least, the eight were annoyed, renjun more than the others.

"this is what we signed up for." mark sighed.

"not exactly." renjun scoffed under his breath.

"hey, jihyun." chenle said, falling into step with her.

"o-oh, hey." she replied and cursed herself in her head for stuttering. she hadn't spoken to him about last night when he had muttered those words in his sleep and she wasn't sure if she planned to ever bring it up, but clearly it was affecting her.

"you okay?" he asked, picking up on her odd behaviour.

"perfectly fine. why wouldn't i be?" she asked as they made it to the end of the passageway and out of the bunker.

"i don't know— oh my..."

chenle trailed off when he looked ahead. the sight they saw could never have been anything they would have expected. there were heads of men on the grass that was covered in blood.

"these were ten's informants." taeyong said immediately recognising them.

"what..." jihyun mumbled, her hand clutching jeno's arm.

"don't look." he tried to cover her eyes, but she shook her head.

"we've all seen enough death already."

"w-why did this happen?" jisung asked, his voice nearly failing him.

"no doubt snow knew all along that we had spies from inside. he didn't fear them, but he only took action now as a consequence of what we did. the footage we filmed must have had some affect on the people of the capitol." jihyun said.

"then we're doing this right... yet it's costing people their lives." renjun shook his head and then turned around, rushing back into the passage leading to the bunker.

"renjun!" mark chased after him. the boy was fast but mark was faster and caught his wrist, jolting him back. "are you okay?"

"no, i'm not." he replied, wiping his eyes.

"talk to me."

"i hate this. i hate this so much. everywhere we go there is death, it's practically attached to us. i can't stand this and i don't want to do this anymore. frankly, i'd rather give up fighting and just live my life here till i die from natural causes."

mark was taken aback a lot by what he had said. he had never expected renjun to react or think like that. he knew something must have happened.

"renjun, what changed? you were one of the people most adamant about being a symbol of the revolution, to fight against snow. what happened?"

"i'm sick of everything. i hate seeing us all so miserable. jihyun is in constant pain because she's lost so much. jaemin has no parents, it probably kills him to see us with ours. my parents are so afraid for my safety. they don't even want me to be doing this. jeno, he's been distant lately. he doesn't talk as much and it hurts because we'd always talk. jisung is scared, he's just a kid. chenle doesn't sleep and he doesn't even cry. he doesn't know how to because this has messed him up.