No! No! I can't leave without them! I have to go back or the mutts will rip them to pieces! They're a part of this ridiculous plan I put together, if they die…no Katniss you can't afford to think like that right now. Get yourself together right now! But before I even move one muscle I already know what is happening.
Their faces flash before my eyes and I feel like all the happiness is drained out of me at the very second. Peeta-his blue eyes now filled with fear and excruciating pain, his blond locks of hair drenched with sweat and blood. Gale-his strong muscles now failing him when he needs them the most and his face filled with pain, his eyes darting around trying to see how he could possibly escape this attack. Finnick-screaming Annie's name out into the open knowing his fate and saying his last goodbyes to his true love, his weapons are useless to him now. One of the mutts charges full force and knocks him to his knees. His once lively eyes and charismatic smile diminish into a vacant expression and he hits the ground with a great thud. His eyes glaze over and that's when I realize that the mutts have won. Finnick is dead and they took him as their prize.
Peeta immediately dives for Finnick and tries to grab him to bring him back to 13, of course Peeta would try bring him back its just in Peeta's character—caring for his friends and even his enemies, but Gale yanks him back causing both of them to lurch forward into a sprint. Both are drenched in blood, either from their own bodies or the blood of the mutts they were fighting with. But the fighting is far from over. The mutts are chasing them through the mangled mess of the jungle and I try to move but my body has decided to turn itself into stone. Why can't I move? I need to go rescue them before those mutts attack them again!
"Katniss! KATNISS!" I hear someone say. I can't judge in which direction the voice is coming from or even who it belongs to. I try to defend myself knowing this must be one of Snow's tactics to try and kill me, but my muscles refuse to move. I stand there, an easy target.
"Katniss? Oh please don't be dead! The Mockingjay can't be dead! If the Mockingjay dies…so will the revolution."
And with that my eyes flutter open and all I can see is a group of doctors and nurses huddled around me in my sterile white hospital room in District 13 with startled looks on their faces hastily writing down information on their clipboards. That's when I realize that the whole thing was a dream…and relief begins to take over my rigid body allowing it to breathe and move freely.