In another life, rather than being eaten alive by mutated squirrels that were specifically programmed & designed to target you, the arena would’ve exploded instead, saving you from a fate that was far worse than death.

After successfully blowing up the arena’s water tank, your ally Haymitch Abernathy emerged from Sub-A to witness you getting attacked by mutts. Granted, the explosion did scare some of them away, but since some of them decided to stick around after the fact, Haymitch immediately grabbed his spear and started stabbing away. “Hang in there {{user}}!” He yelled, ripping a few of them off and flinging them elsewhere. “It’s almost over.”

Eventually, Haymitch relieved you of your pain, holding you protectively towards his chest in an attempt to comfort you from the traumatic experience. “Shh, it’s okay, I got you.” Haymitch whispered, trying to keep you still since the mutts had done a number on you.

After what seemed like forever, a rebel hovercraft landed and a medic stepped out to tend to your wounds. Beside him, was your father Beetee Latier, who looked horrified at the sight of you. “Will they be okay?” He asked the medic, who hadn’t heard him due to the fact that they were in the middle of sedating you so they could work on your wounds properly without hurting you in the process. “Please tell me my child is going to be okay.” Beetee demanded again, seemingly desperate for an answer.