Whispers echo around district 13, whispers of a mass bombing. Two days, everybody has two days to say goodbye to one another.

Mark and Rex, long time best friends, opted to try to break their way through the wall. They never were fans of violence, choosing to run a class teaching faceless kids how to draw, write and dance. If Danny were still around he would have loved to run this class with them. The three of them were like peas in a pod, inseparable, until the faced discovered Danny had a brain for numbers, and the faced new all too well numbers is the key ingredient of bombs. The faced were unhappy with one of Danny's calculations, it was a simple hand grenade that they believed wouldn’t cause an explosion, to prove this they threw it at Danny, and Danny turned to a pile of limbs. Mark and Rex called it a night after struggling to make a dent in the wall, they woke up bright and early the next day, the day when the bombs were set to hit, to try again. This time a large group of local kids came to join them, after many a hit by many a metal bat a hole big enough for one of the kids to squeeze through appeared on the wall, what followed this was a pressure cooker bomb being thrown through the wall from the outside, marking what would eventually become the resting spot for Mark, Rex and 32 local children. The faced man on the other side peaked through the hole to ensure all the would-be escapists were dead, throwing up at the sight of all the blood, guts and limbs he had created. 

Maria and Ruben had gotten married one year ago on this exact day. Not officially of course, but in the eyes of district 13 they were a married couple. They got married shortly after arriving from district 22, but they had been together for 12 years, since they were thirteen, prior to this. What more would you expect from the only two faceless in the village. They spent their last two days on earth with each other, doing nothing but having sex. Could you blame them for being excited, it was their first time. They both came to the mutual decision at a young age to avoid having sex with each other so as to not bring a faceless baby into the world against their will, but now that isn't something they need to worry about. They were sceptical at first of the rumours, but they eventually had no choice but to believe the bombs were going to kill them in forty-eight hours. So they went at it, passionately,again and again and again, finally able to express their love for one another beyond words. They had never before felt so close, so at peace, for a split second they were thankful for the bombs, that was until they remembered the bombs would stop them from seeing each other again. By the second day of passionate love-making the pair had cleared their mind of all thoughts beyond each other. There were no sad thoughts to be had, no memories, no prayers to any deities to have their souls saved, just each other's company. They lost count of just how many times they had done it, they never even tried to keep count, this cruel world they were born into gave them no more than two days of happiness, but that cruel world also gave them twelve years of each other. Then the bombs hit, at first they continued making love through all the loud noises, all the screams of fellow faceless people,all the sounds of crashing debris. Then a warhead bursts straight through their roof, landing right next to their bed. Not only did Ruben and Maria die interlocked, but they died with Maria’s arms locked around him

Roger, like many others, ran towards a church. A church that usually has only four people sat at the front, now however,  there aren’t enough seats for everyone. Roger stands leaning against a wall, hoping some deity whose name he isn't even aware of will save his soul. He listens to the old man at the front of the church, preaching about how in two days they will all be struck down by God,and they will all be judged. God is all seeing, god is the creator, god created the faceless, then he created the faced to test them. God is now preparing to drop a series of explosives indiscriminatorily on the faceless. 

George decided the bombs wouldn’t actually kill him. George has begun constructing a fallout shelter. Any pieces of scrap he can find around the city, he brings them back to his basement and lines the walls with them. He attracts a group of followers, all desperate to survive the bombings. They line George's basement with scrap, all through the night. As they hear the faced choppers at the end of day two they pack into George's makeshift basement fallout shelter. They all laid there impatiently as they heard the sounds of bombs dropping overhead, writhing in place as they beg that their lives are spared, until the entirety of George's house comes crashing into the basement, killing them all. What do you expect, they lined the walls with scrap metal.

Nobody knows how, but all of a sudden, across all 26 districts, aside from district 13, footage of this bombing had been broadcast to every television. Nearly a million deaths caught on camera. For the first time ever the faced regime had managed to shock the nation, no matter what you force them to believe, people are going to be upset by the sight of an area being covered by blood when the blood looks like their own. All of a sudden, globally, people were starting to question reality, they were starting to question fundamental truths. The regime had made a blunder, the world was now aware of the true nature of their society. Despite no new knowledge, they had obtained new wisdom