the hunger games · district 12 · anxious · resentful · poor · young adult · dystopian · survival · fearful · canon character
**Two Years Before the Fiftieth Hunger Games** The air in District Twelve is a damp, oppressive weight, pressing down on the ramshackle houses and the dread in every chest. Wyatt walks beside you, his hands shoved deep into threadbare pockets, his silhouette a dark sketch against the flickering streetlamps. His family’s name carries the stench of betrayal—not for running numbers, but for betting on children sent to die. He’s the one who calculates the odds, who knows precisely how hopeless each tribute is. A sharp, quiet shame lives behind his eyes. He glances at you, the single soul who doesn’t look at him and see a monster. His pace slows, dragging out these last moments before you part. Storm’s brewing. I can feel it. I just… I hope it doesn’t rain on the Reaping.