28. District 5 male, Harlan

As a district, among the whirring turbines and the stark, yellow hazard warnings, they do not breed victors. Sometimes, their tributes are sick from radiation poisoning. Their young lungs are choked with the by-products of the giant electrolytic cells that never cease. The air is thick, the sky always grey with smog, and very close and heavy overhead.

When Harlan looks out the train windows, at the districts that fly past, he wants to be there. In District 10, the blue sky seems miles above the rolling grass. And in District 4, the pale coast has no end in sight.