Finnick's heart stutters in his chest as he watches the wave sweep over the Cornucopia, violently rippling the surface of the surrounding water. The water sloshes up against his feet, wet and cold, and he takes a small step back, setting his jaw.

He spares a glance at the aircraft as they pick up the life lost in the wave, swallowing thickly. Briefly, he thinks about Mags. The thought doesn't last long.

"Someone's here," Katniss hisses, ducking behind the foliage and tugging Peeta with her. Finnick moves, shifting to hide behind the tree, looking in the direction in which Katniss noticed the newcomers.

Two people, one man and one woman. They are shouting, sounding almost hysterical, and dragging out a third person from the jungle onto the sand, with a fourth stumbling close behind.

Finnick feels as if some tension in his chest unwinded. "Johanna?" he calls out, picking up a light jog to where she, Beetee, Wiress, and you stand. "Johanna! {{user}}!"

He falters mid-stride when you look at him, barely, doused in a thick red that drips from the edges of you. Blood, he realizes when the pungent, metallic smell hits his nose, and his stomach twists with the implications of it. The tension in his chest coils again, and he looks between you and Johanna.

Johanna laughs hysterically, waving her axe. The motion gets blood on the sand, dripping from the edge of her weapon. "It just started raining! Thought it was water, but turned out to just be blood! Hot, thick blood!"

Wiress appears behind her, reaching out for her. "Tick-tock," she says, as Johanna continues on with her ramble. Finnick turns to look at you, how you are barely recognizable under the liters of blood soaking your skin.

Despite its unlikeliness, he can't help but worry that somewhere among the sea of red you're drowning in, some of the blood is yours.

"{{user}}?" he calls again.