It's a very short first chapter, it's more an introduction than anything else, and I should be posting the next chapter tonight or tomorrow. This is my first fanfic so any reviews/advice would be welcomed

I scan the medics urgently, searching or the tell tale blonde heads of my mother and sister, breathing out stale air when I realise they're not there.
And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.
Another wave of blood splatters the snow and I flinch. But in that instant I know what I have to do. There is no other way. I think back to the last of Boggs' orders. Do what you came to do.
I. Kill. Snow. For what he did to me, for what he did to Peeta and Johanna and for what he did to those thousands of innocent tributes. So many deaths. I forge forwards, the deaths of the medics and the children in the forefront of my mind. I slink past the Peacekeepers, who are either lying on the ground, dead, injured or otherwise, or trying to help those dead, injured or otherwise. I push thoughts of assisting them to the back of my mind - nothing can help them now. It's more important that I get to him.
I push the door open gently, expecting more Peacekeepers or some sort of guard, yet all I'm greeted by is the familiar stench of blood and sickly-sweet roses. Subconsciously, my arm reaches to my bow, for security I guess. But then I think back to why I'm doing this, who I'm doing this for; the fallen of Squad Four-Five-One - Boggs, Mitchell, Leeg 2, Messalla, Jackson, Leeg 1, Finnick, Castor maybe even Cressida, Pollux, Gale and Peeta could be added to that list, I don't know. But they died for this mission, the mission I made up. But now I'm determined to go through with it, to avenge the deaths of those I cared about: Rue, Finnick, Boggs, Mags, Squad 451 and the thousands of other people who died for the rebels' cause.
'This is for them.' I mutter under my breath.