Robin glanced around wildly. What should she do?? Everything seemed dreamlike, unreal. She could smell blood - whose? It could be hers. Could she have been injured and not noticed? The world was a blur.
Focus, Robin, focus. Don't panic.
There was a bag of food near her. That was a good idea - food, not weapons. If it came to it, she wasn't sure if she could actually kill someone. She had faked confidence in training, joking with her district mate about how she'd stab him in the back before he could see it coming. It wasn't so funny now.
Coming to a decision, Robin went for the food. She was almost there when somebody sprinted past her (how had she not noticed him?) clearly with the same aim.
Overwhelmed by it all, Robin turned and ran.