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“As always, humans first.”
The crowd was silent, clearly unenthusiastic. You tried not to think about your odds—it never did you any good. What were six slips of paper as opposed to hundreds?
With a shaky breath, you quelled the hammering in your chest. It will be okay. You do this every year, right? Every year, you come to the square, watch two members of your community be sentenced to certain death, then go home and silently contemplate the conditions of your world. That’s how it went every year, and you were certain that is how it would go this year.
So when the cold metallic voice announced your name over the loudspeaker, you could feel your heart stop.
Ice shot down your veins and a ringing filled your ear. You thought you could hear your mother scream, but she sounded so far away, you could barely register it. Was it really… it was you?
Another announcement of your name, followed by a sing-song, “come up here, darling!” confirmed yes, you. You were the human tribute of District 12 in the seventy-fourth annual Games.
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- Part 1 of the games we play