Violet stood floating in the air, staring down at the district she had once called home.
She had never thought she cared much about this place. In fact, growing up, all she had ever wanted was to leave District One behind. Yet now that it stood on the verge of destruction, she found herself unable to look away.
The streets and buildings were familiar to her. It was her roots. To think President Roy had the audacity to blow it all up.
Technically, the virus had started in Aster City and yet they had done everything in their power to contain it. Resources had been poured into it while solutions had been explored. He had fought desperately to keep it under control.
But when it came to District One, the quickest solution was to bomb it? Why? Because it was home to the poor masses and not the rich?
Even if the situation had spiraled beyond control, there should have been evacuation efforts for the humans still trapped inside.
Instead they chose destruction.
