We stare into the dark night sky together as we see the clear image of the Capitol Seal shining in the sky. The only thing I heard was the anthem playing, as faces flashed in the sky.

The first face was the girl from District 3.

Then was the boy from 3.

The boy from 4.

None from 5.

No one from 6 or 7.

8 was lucky too.

The girl from 9. Poor Starr. She looked so sad in the photo, all bandaged up like a mummy.

10 and 11 are alive.

Both from 12.

The closing anthem plays and the seal leaves in the sky. The only thing heard is dead silence. 6 people dead out of 24. That leaves 18 teenagers running for their lives. I sigh and unpack the sleeping bags. Ash takes out the fire, and Max puts some logs and a tarp on top of the entrance of the hut. All six of us, the horses, Ash, Max, and I warm up our feet and go to sleep. We slept cramped, pushed againsed each other, due to the tight space.

We survived day 1.