if I had a heart {New Panem Patriots vs 3 Monmonmo}

When the mutt I had attacked fell down, a part of me was expecting it to come back alive. After all, it wasn’t the first time. But soon, I realized that it was just Chaske and I against the other two mutts. It was a miracle that Chaske didn’t take the opportunity to strike me down—I would have in his shoes—but the mutts attacked us first and I watched as one of them managed to get Chaske’s leg. I didn’t have much time before I felt a pain in my right shoulder. Instinct from the past few days wanted me to strike at them again, but I knew better. Chaske left soon after that, and I wasn’t ready to expose myself and die.

Gritting my teeth, I turned around and sprinted off after my allies, keeping my axe in my hand in case one of them decided to try something funny. That wouldn’t stop me from taking care of them as best I could, but every minute was fragile and it would only be so long. My eyes scanned them, wondering who was going to strike first, when they lingered on Chaske. Him…I’ll have to watch out for him. I would never forget what he did the day before.