The Tribute and the Victor

Epilogue

*A year later*

I stand in the heart of the forest in district 7. I stand very quiet and still when I notice the soft rustling of the trees behind me. Suddenly two arms entwine themselves gently around my abdominal area where my unborn child sleeps. When I look up I see the face of my lover, my husband, the father of my unborn child, Caleb. I gaze into his deep blue eyes for what seems like forever until he finally says. "We can't stay here" he is still gazing back into my eyes. "I know" i whisper. "I will not risk my child's name put in that reaping bowl" he says sternly. "But where do we go?" I ask. "District 13" he says. But before I can question his mad idea he carries on. "The images that the Capitol show are lies. It still exists. Maybe not above ground but under it lies an entire community. "He whispers. "When do we leave?" I ask. "Tomorrow morning, first thing. I have people I can trust. People that can make out that we are both dead. Our house will be burned down at dawn. They'll say we didn't survive. And we'll be free." I pause for a second and look at my district suddenly realising that this will be the last time I'll ever be here. "We'll change our names, our backgrounds, our lives." He goes on. "Johanna Mason will be the only living female tribute from District 7 since you will be supposedly dead." I nod my head slowly and look to the ground. "But what if we don't make.." But before I can continue he lifts up my head and kisses me. "We will make it." He whispers...