Vanessa stood at the edge of District 12. The wind blew through her hair as she pursed her lips. How much could she accomplish? She only had a hunting knife tucked into her jeans
, and a pocket knife folded up and placed in one of her tattered boots, for backup. Was it worth it? Worth risking her safety for something her family needed so desperately - food. Vanessa had always been skin and bones, and she wasn't going to gain weight any time soon. She had always given half of her rations to Olivia, but there was so little now that if she gave up her rations she too would join the numbers of those who succumbed to hunger.
Vanessa knew, or rather hoped, that animals were past the boundaries. They had to be, otherwise the Black Market wouldn't have as many customers as it did. "Stop it, Vanessa," she whispered to herself, her blue eyes shutting. "You're being selfish. Do this for Olivia." When her eyes fluttered open she sighed. She wigged her foot to make sure her backup knife was still there, and her hand found its way down to the handle of the larger knife. She was really going to do this. She never thought it would come to this. Maybe by some stroke of luck, someone who regularly snuck out would stumble upon her and decide to help her out, or decide to help her before she even took her first step?