When the Mockingjay Cries

On the Way to the Funeral

James Hunter's POV

I am driving a limo for the Tribute Pups' funerals. I was listening a Westwood One News radio broadcast.

"For Press Radio News, I am Lowell Harris. Citizens of the world, the funeral of all of 1824 Tribute Pups were being held by the order of the Capitol and the United Nations due to a recent death by hypothermia in the Arena, in a week after the last Puppy Hunger Games, due that Chase, Everest, Marshall, Rocky, Rubble, Skye and Zuma were reaped for it. Also, Ryder's funeral will also do that as same as the pups. Today, it is going to be as state funeral-sized ceremony, as believed by arranger Henry Giudecelli, an Italian-Panemian, who is the Bishop of the Roman Catholic Church of Panem. For Press Radio News, I am Lowell Harris.".

Then I turned off the radio, and said, "Look, I guess the funeral is coming soon, so we need to hurry.". So, I used flight mode on my limousine and flied across from East Coast to the Capitol at lightspeed using my jet thursters.

Then, we made it to the cathedral. But unfortunately, it was just an hour left before the funeral begins, so we wait for just an hour.

But the sky is getting dark now. Thunder rumbles, and light rain to fall.

"Ah, heck. Looks like a bad storm is coming.", I said. The rain is about fall, so we go inside the cathedral.

"Care for an umbrella, Mr. President?", my wife. Then I said, "Yes.", then I gave her a favor. Then we opened our umbrellas, then we went to the cathedral. We are waiting for the funeral to start.