We're not dead, far from it. We survived the blast, well, some of us. The government was too lazy to really search for the missing since we are District Twelve. I don't know how they did it but they convinced our families that we were killed in the explosion.

No one has come looking for us and have probably moved on to another mine by now. That's how District Twelve works. A casualty happens, you have a funeral, make a new mine and start all over.

That's not going to happen this time. This time I will get out and see the light of day. See my wife and daughters' faces. Ah, my daughters, Katniss is strong and will provide for the family but my wife and Prim? No, I will get out! I will see them again! But for now, I'm trapped in the mines.