The room was heavy with silence as Cameron was getting his belongings together. Nothing but the sound of clothes hitting the bag. One after another. A moment that seemed all to familiar to him: his brother throwing his clothes in the bag and saying goodbye.

When they had picked their mom, Nainoa had volunteered as tribute, same as the Mocking Jay. Shortly after the rebellion had started Nainoa had disappeared. The announcers had told the mom that the gas had consumed him. It affected the mother to the point she felt numb. Six months went by and she passed away. The doctor said it was to much stress. Cameron knows she died of a broken heart.

The council had made the Mockingjay a wanted criminal, and anyone that was caught aiding her, would be punished by death.

So much questions had swam around his mind, but nevertheless surviving was his focus.

‘If he is alive maybe this might be my chance to find him’, he thought. Before Cameron had zipped up his bag he grabbed a kite his brother had made for him off the nightstand.

“If I can make it to the waterfalls where he was last seen, maybe I can let him know I’m there”.

“Even if it kills me, I need to know.”

Putting the kite in his bag and zipped in close.