Hunger Games -- Possible FF

Fauna walked along the fence, her bronze gaze taking in the soaring heights of the metal, topped with rings that seemed to have metal thorns growing from them. A soft humming echoed through her ears. Many years in the past, she remembers her mother telling her the thrum is electricity. Some kind of dangerous thing that is similar to the lightening that streaks across the sky during bad storms.

When Fauna reaches out toward the fence, it makes the hair on her arms stand up. There is not enough curiosity inside of her to make her actually touch the fence, not after the lecture she had gotten from her father the first time he’d brought her near it. That had been many summers in the past, when she was barely old enough to walk the pine-needle strewn forest alone. Now, she was 14 summers old and her parents were gone, along with the rest of their tribe. Men and women in strange white clothes had come for them in the night.

If not for her mother’s fast thinking, Fauna would have been taken as well.

Shaking her head, her dark hair flying about as she did so, Fauna sighed and continued her slow walk along the fence. There was no one nearby, which was not unusual for this time of the morning.  If she stopped walking and looked down past the high grasses that grew along the inner edge of the fence, she could make out the houses in the village. Smoke rising from the chimneys as the families inside began preparing for the day. It was midsummer and the fires were most likely only for cooking, if they had anything to eat.

Over the time that Fauna had been coming with her father to this strange place that the people called District 9, she had learned a great deal. Most of what she had learned was about how people can turn their backs on others very quickly, ignore when they are being mistreated, and, worse by her estimation, when their children are being mistreated. Her mother’s first instinct had been to hide her somewhere that no one would be able to find her. The fire had almost made it a moot point, but still Fauna had managed to survive with only scrapes and bruises.

Not that surviving was enough. She no longer had a family, no one to turn to for help. The snares that her father had taught her to make were all that was keeping her alive. And those came up empty more often than not. She knew that berries and roots were not enough to sustain her, she needed meat. This is what drove her to the fence and the people beyond. A slim hope that they would be able to help her, possibly even teach her a few more skills that she was lacking. After that, she would disappear again, going back into the wilderness, where she belonged.