lonely days{People please join}

My name is Hendos Vector. I left for to go hunting early this morning, wearing my usual bone armor, trench coat, twin swords, and homeade pistols. I made the armor and the pistols- I guess I'm a bit of a master with bone and horn, as are my parents. My mother runs a decoration shop, and my father makes knives. He was the one who gave me my swords, and his buisness is legal so long as he only sells to Peackeepers. A squirrel comes running my way; I raise my loaded guns, ready to shoot. but something stops me from shooting. I hear the familiar sound of an arrow whizzing through the air. I know this sound well becouse my only friend and my hunting buddy, Kiara Mickek, uses primarily a bow and arrows. The woods are too crowded today. I silently jog up a few yards, and I see people, so many people. One is dressed in Capitol garb; I can tell by the quality of the clothes. The other one is a local I don't know; he has a sword drawn. I hear a twig snap- it is subtle, too subtle for the others to notice, but I do. I see yet another boy, this one crouching with a bow and arrows, hidden in the brush. The Capitol agent and the armed guy exchange some harsh words that seem mostly meaningless to me; but then a short, piercing scream comes from my left. Heads turn towards the noise, then the Capitol woman takes off running towards it, the man with the sword goes after her, sword raised. But not before me. When their heads were still turning, I saw my chance to get away. I began running, undetected. But why would I leave this helpless, innocent soul stuck wherever she is, bound to be slaughtered by either the Capitol woman or the vigilante looking man. I couldn't do it. My consciense is either my greatest strength or my greatest weakness. We shall see which it is this time, I think to myself. I sprint out into a clear meadow, where I see a blonde girl my age fidgeting in a trap. It's a simple snare, but her struggling only makes it tighter. I might recognize her from school. SHe screams again when she sees me, probably thinking I'm a mutt, due to the fact that when hunting, I cover the lower half of my face with a mountain lion jawbone. I quickly squeeze off all six shots of one of my revolvers. As the Capitol woman emerges into the field, the bone bullets tear into the tree next to her. I'd purposely missed; I don't want to kill anyone. Just show that I, Hendos, am NOT to be trifled with. I quickly loosen the snare around the girl's foot. All the while she's been pounding me with her fists, terrified. I finally get the knot out.
"Run!!" I yell, but she's one step ahead of me. I saw by the look on her face as I spoke that she finally understood I was trying to help her. She went deeper into the woods, and I (having no were else to go to escape the Capitol grade weaponry that was probably about to tear into my back now) followed.