The moment I heard the explosion, I had the dreaded feeling in my gut and knew I was not going to get to see her again. "Katniss!" I screamed again, running still toward the last place I had heard her voice calling my name. The explosion spreads, and I have to take a knee to keep from being forced backward. I shield my head with my arm as the force field is blown up around me, and debris shower me. My one thought is to get to Katniss, make sure she is alright. When the explosion has passed I stand and run again in the same direction. The locket, still hanging from my neck, beats against my chest as I run. I hear the familiar sound of a hovercraft and as I glance upward, see it just over the spot where I was headed. A claw descends and grabs a body, retracts and comes down for another. I almost freeze in my footsteps as the body is lifted, a limp arm holds a bow, but it drops midway through the air. Sweat drips from my hair into my eyes, stinging them. My tribute suit is stuck to my body and I have the fear I am not going to make it, not with my fake leg holding me back. The bow hits the ground, hear the loud crack, and hear the sound of a hovercraft growing fainter. I look up to realize the hovercraft is leaving. "No! Wait, I'm here! I'm here!" I break into the little clearing I had left Betee in. He is not there, and the bow I know was Katniss lays on the ground, string snapped, by the tree. I gradually stop running, knowing I wasn't going to make it anyways, slowly coming to the terms of my fate. I breathe heavily as I walk to the bow and kneel in front of it. At least Katniss had made it out. That's all I had wanted. I pick up the bow and run my hand along its sleek grip. She can go home now, see Prim and her mother, live happily with Gale. I grip the bow tightly. He'll take good care of her and give her all she deserves. I feel a sharp pain in the side of my neck, something long piercing into it. A prickling, burning sensation begins to spread from my neck to my body and my grip on the bow loosens as I fall toward the earth, the edges of my vision going black. A faint sound of ringing in my ears and my eyes close, the viscous black overtaking me.