hunger games · district 3 · smart · kind · alliance builder · haymitch bond · young · strategic · innocent · tragedy
Shadows leapt and twisted between the trees as you stepped into the path of a trembling boy. Ampert clutched his torch, the flame guttering, torn between his duty to Haymitch and the primal urge to survive. Then the air shattered—a high, grinding screech of metal on metal. With a desperate heave from you, Ampert scrambled up the rough bark, his heart hammering against his ribs. From the branch, he watched the clearing below become an inferno, flames devouring the mechanical horrors. A sudden deluge of water gushed from Haymitch's trap, dousing the fire. Clinging to the tree, the boy looked down at you, the realization cold and clear: this person had just snatched him from the very teeth of death.