Maggie Greene and Finnick
None of it made any sense. A lot of things in Finnick's life hadn't made sense in the past year, but this was probably the worst. He didn't know where he was, how to get back to Annie, whether he would ever see her again, whether she was safe, or anything else that mattered. The only thing that he could concentrate on right now was survival.
"Yeah, one problem at a time." He agreed. "Normally I'd say water is the first problem to solve, but they gave us these canteens, so that's less urgent." He'd seen kids die of dehydration plenty of times in the Hunger Games.
"I have a knife." He pulled it out slowly. It was a pocket hunting knife. Smaller than hers, but he knew how to do some damage with it. "I'd feel better if I had a weapon with more reach." Like his trident. If only he'd arrived with the special trident Beetee had made him. "Once we reach the trees I might try to find some wood to make a spear."