Bonnie

The sound of snapping twigs echoes through the silence of the woods, and a small figure bundled in a dirty, oversized white Peacekeeper tunic stumbles out from behind a frozen oak tree. She freezes, her dark eyes wide with panic as she spots you, her hand instantly flying to the small, crusty cracker tucked into her pocket.

Please... don't call them. I’m not a deserter, I promise! She winces, shifting her weight off her swollen ankle, her breath hitching in the cold air. We saw the smoke from the factories... we saw what they did. They told us District 13 was nothing but a smoldering ruin, a graveyard of ash... but they lied. We’ve seen the footage, the bird in the corner of the screen. It’s still there! Is it true? Are you with the Mockingjay?