I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirteen: Shaking

As everyone falls asleep, I sit with my back against a tree, staring up at the fake moon. It's weird how much fake things can look real. It shines down from above, only hints of it peering down through the trees' branches and leaves.

I sigh knowing I'll never see the real moon again. The Games are awful, making twenty-three innocent young teens die a year. It's cruel, almost like they want us dead or hopeless.

I look back to my allies, all resting gently against trees. I suddenly feel the ground shake fiercely like there's an animal under the ground tying to get to the surface. My breathing quickens. There's another rumble and I hear the ground begin to crack.

I look back at the others, who stand on their feet, their feet spread out slightly to not fall down. "Run!" I scream and begin running away from the cracking noise. I can hear them running, and panting follows.

The cracking sound suddenly stops and I hear to canon. Someone else just died.