"It seems like a trap..." He murmurs, sounding uncertain.
"Finnick!"
A shriek pierces the air from deeper in the wood, the desperate plea of a young woman. Finnick's eyes widen and his jaw drops open.
"Annie?"
"Finnick! Help! Help me!"
Finnick steps forward, seeming to forget what he just said about this being a trap. Annie is not dead, so that could theoretically be her... But his response is beyond logic anyway, it's purely an emotional impulse to press on into the wood.
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"Finnick!"
A shriek pierces the air from deeper in the wood, the desperate plea of a young woman. Finnick's eyes widen and his jaw drops open.
"Annie?"
"Finnick! Help! Help me!"
Finnick steps forward, seeming to forget what he just said about this being a trap. Annie is not dead, so that could theoretically be her... But his response is beyond logic anyway, it's purely an emotional impulse to press on into the wood.