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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 - 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

EVERYONE IS DEAD and I am alone.

My skin was peeling off as I ran, the hot fire engulfing everything in its path, licking the heel of my shoes. Bright red patches filled with pain seeped into my bones, causing a burning sensation that felt like It was ripping off the inner and outer layer of my flesh.

 Sweat was dripping down my forehead, all the way to the bridge of my nose. It flowed consistently down my back, causing my already stringy hair to become more stringy and to stick to my neck.

Every foot felt like a punch in the gut, forcing the breath out of my lungs. There was no other way to go than a dark street, two walls on either side. 

As I ran, the street seemed to stretch out further. 

It was delighted by my chase. I was about to slow down, when I noticed it - the walls were closing in. This caused me to run even faster. 

The walls were toying with its prey, forcing me to obey like its puppet and run. 

I tripped over my own feet, my ankles buckling from under me as I hit the ground, hard. A cry of pain erupted from my throat. I scrambled around on my hands and knees, clawing desperately on one of the walls. 

Sobs were racking in my chest as tears clung to the corners of my eyes. I could feel the fire behind me, inching closer. 

It was gaining on me with a sick glee

It was eager to burn

I was back up on my feet, refusing that this was the way it was supposed to end. Black fog clouds my vision, causing me to run blind. I obviously tripped and staggered with my sense of vision now gone. 

I was one step too late 

I jolted upright, gasping as I was tangled in my sheets. I sucked in a sharp breath before collapsing down on my back again. The air burned my throat, still feeling like black smoke. 

I ached for the meretricious taste of oxygen, but all I could inhale was smoke. 

I glance around. It's still dark, the sun not even creaking its way up the mountains yet. I won't be able to fall asleep again anytime soon, and nobody else would be awake at this ungodly hour. I clambered out from under the covers and winced when the cold floor made contact with my exposed skin. 

Before I can talk myself out of it, I force rough boots onto my feet and open the window in my room and dangle my legs out. The room is high, but not high enough for an injury. I jump down, pain shooting through my legs. I grunt before shaking it off. I let out a relieved exhale, the fresh air caressing my feverish skin. 

The wind combed its phantom fingers through my hair that hung loosely around my neck. I need to enjoy this while it lasts before my every move starts being watched by everyone. Even if it's just for a little bit.

I look around, my eyes finding the training station, and before I look, my feet are moving. I know where they will lead me.

Silence smothered the empty training room, the only sounds being the electric hum of the facility and the air conditioning generator.

The knife in my hand found its way to the heart of the dummy 30 yards in front of me. Sensing the presence and movement of someone nearby, I slightly turn my head to see Finnick approaching me. 

"Didn't your mentor tell you to head back to the Capitol?" He asked. I turned my head back to the dummies, picking up another knife near my foot. 

"Don't know what you're talking about." I said while positioning the knife in my hands.