"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲?" Snow asked as curiosity coursed through his veins. In the past three months, he had seen her around the Capitol often and wanted to know more as the days passed.
The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "𝗖𝗮...
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The situation in Calista's district had improved in the months that passed, not completely but most of the sick people were a lot better now, standing on their own feet and being able to move without feeling any pain. The painkillers she had taken had truly worked and seeing those people's faces who once looked exhausted, being lightened up, all their dark bugs had faded away, as they had slept after months or years peacefully.
The supplies she had brought lasted for a month and a little more but it was obvious they needed more now. However, they didn't wear their dirty, old clothes anymore. They had replaced them with the fancy ones Calista had given them which fabric was smooth and in the perfect quality. They could definitely last for a decade or more. After years of no good food, they had finally eaten something filling and not harmful to their stomach.
Everyone looked more energetic, or fulfilled with the amount of energy people who lived like that could have. Some other necessities were missed though such as clean water, electricity, and heating, because now during the water all of them were freezing, even wearing the warm clothes Calista had "stolen". She hadn't visited the Capitol again since the last time but it was about time before all the supplies were consumed and everyone started starving again, getting sick and going three steps back when this month they had gone one step forward and it felt good.
They had forgotten how it felt having to eat freely and not counting each bite, fearing that tomorrow they wouldn't have food anymore. Also, almost all the bottles with clean water were empty, and if people started drinking water again from the polluted little lakes that existed around, they would go back to where they were immediately.
Because the conditions were better than any other time didn't mean that their system had completely healed after so many years under harmful habits. They had to be really careful for a while until their system got used to all the new substances that they consumed and became strong enough so it wouldn't collapse during any other difficult time.
"How's our patients today?" Calista asked entering the building which was supposed to be a hospital. Not everyone was completely healed but they didn't become worse like they used to in the past. Now they saw each day as a new, brighter day and they hoped. Now they had a reason to hope. Because when they woke up the pain was actually less, and all the tiredness was almost gone.
"A lot honey," A blonde woman, in her early sixties, said. Even though she was old, her pale but long-suffering skin with light blue was the reflection of Calista's old self. It was strange because her father's hair was black and her mother's brown, so the blond hair she had came from her grandmother who had died when she was born, during the first rebellion.
About her father, he abandoned them years after the first rebellion, when Calista was ten years old and the situation at twelve had become worse and worse. She still remembers her father, Carlo, telling her mother; "I can't live with a bundle of poor people Elena, who you think I am to live like that?" She never saw him since then and as she grew up she hated him more and more. He abandoned them during the worst phase of their lives, and this was the reason she never believed in love.
