[Katnissssssssss. She can hear their voices again, hissing, and she runs and runs but there's no escaping them. She can sense them reaching for her, grasping, and a strangled cry escapes her. She scrabbles for her bow.
A small part of her is aware that she's awake now and that there aren't any mutts, and it's that part that stops her from loosing the arrow she has on the string in quite literally half a second once the bow comes to hand. She's poised on her knees on the bed, and while there might be a tremor running through her core, her hands are rock steady. She's panting and wild-eyed, staring through the dim light as she struggles to comprehend why she isn't being attacked and why she can't make her fingers loose the arrow.]
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A small part of her is aware that she's awake now and that there aren't any mutts, and it's that part that stops her from loosing the arrow she has on the string in quite literally half a second once the bow comes to hand. She's poised on her knees on the bed, and while there might be a tremor running through her core, her hands are rock steady. She's panting and wild-eyed, staring through the dim light as she struggles to comprehend why she isn't being attacked and why she can't make her fingers loose the arrow.]