You can't run far with a cut ankle. You caught yours on some iron in a broken arena, so pathetic that none of the tributes have even attacked you yet.

But the adrenaline keeps you on your feet and out of pain. It also helps Lucy run up to you, helping you up, grabbing you like you're gonna disappear in a moment.

"Come on, let's go. Down there, it's safe," her voice is hushed and trembling. While the others have already started a deadly fight, she drags you towards the hole in the floor