Hunger Games fan fiction The capital, 1960, December 1st. (Inspired by @cupidace) It’s late. I'm tired, but I want to keep going. I padded through the thin layer of snow. My boots were wet with melted snow. I had been walking for at least an hour now. I can’t keep going.. No, I have to. It’s too late to give up now. I tug on my coat and encourage myself to keep going. ‘Iv gotten so far.’ I mutter under my breath. I can’t tell if any words even come out, instead I watch the cold steam pour out of my mouth as I speak for a distraction. My lips are purple and my teeth are now chattering. I can’t give up, I’m so close. Suddenly, I can’t see much. The snow has surrounded me and I can’t see where I’m going. I start to panic and look around. Nothings there. Instead, I’m covered by a hazy snow storm and it takes over. I lay on the ground, unable to move my hands anymore. It’s more of a struggle than a lay-down. My eyes shut and my hands shiver as I fall asleep.. I gasp for air and sit up properly. I’m not in the town centre anymore, or in the woods. In fact I’m in bed. And it’s sunny now, which means it’s the morning. I don’t know where I am, but it’s fancy. Its fuzzy curtains and large windows which seem to be opened. I wonder how long I’v been asleep now, but it’s hard to tell since last night it must have been eleven pm by the time I passed out- I spot my coat, hanging on the door handle. I push my sateen blankets off me and reach for my coat. The doors a quarter of the way open, and instead, i stare into the hallway. The stairs are right outside my door To be continued! Still writing
