“Finnick!” you scream, running through the compound. The thunder from outside ringing in your ears. You had been afraid of thunder ever since the games, when the cannons went off it changed. Every loud noise sounding like those explosions to you. You thought about every dead tribute every time thunder boomed through the compound.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispers as you come up to his room. “Come on, you can stay here for the night.” He says softly, opening his arms in hopes you will walk into them.