Finnick and OTA
Chloe had gone ahead with Clark. Finnick was going to follow them to the bonfire later, but for the moment he was enjoying being home alone in peace and quiet. He just sat in the recliner for a few minutes, listening to the breeze outside. The only time it had been this quiet in their home lately was when Clark was asleep, and then they had to walk on egg shells for fear of waking him up. It was relaxing not having to worry about that, or keep one ear turned towards the bedroom in case he started crying.
It wasn't quite dark yet, but the sun was starting to go down when Finnick started to feel a sense of wrongness that he couldn't name. He felt a chill, even though it wasn't cold, and a growing feeling of unease and restlessness.
Well, relaxing time must be over. Time to change clothes and head to the bonfire. He took a very quick shower and put on some clean clothes, the uneasy feeling growing the whole time. By the time he was dressed and leaving the cabin it was almost full dark, and he couldn't wait to escape the increasingly oppressive feeling of wrongness inside. He thought he'd feel better outside, but he couldn't have been more wrong. There was just enough light that his eyes were playing tricks on him. He kept thinking he saw movement in his peripheral vision, but when he turned towards it there was nothing there. He could barely see the path, but luckily the cabin was right by the main camp and it was a very short walk to the bonfire. He didn't know why he was feeling so jumpy, but hopefully being where there was light and other people would make him feel better.
He told himself it would be fine, he'd be there in no time. Then he started to hear something in the woods calling his name. He stopped to listen, not sure he'd really heard it the first time. The hairs on his arms stood up as he heard it again, practically a whisper this time, and much, much closer.
He took off down the path at a dead run, not waiting to see if it was someone playing a trick on him, or something worse, and not caring if he looked like an idiot or not.