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Is
he
saving
that
information
because
he
knows
it
's
all
that
keeps
him
alive
?
Is
he
still
pretending
to
love
me
for
the
audience
?
What
is
going
on
in
his
head
?
Suddenly
,
the
birds
fall
silent
.
Then
one
gives
a
high-pitched
warning
call
.
A
single
note
.
Just
like
the
one
Gale
and
I
heard
when
the
redheaded
Avox
girl
was
caught
.
High
above
the
dying
campfire
a
hovercraft
materializes
.
A
set
of
huge
metal
teeth
drops
down
.
Slowly
,
gently
,
the
dead
tribute
girl
is
lifted
into
the
hovercraft
.
Then
it
vanishes
.
The
birds
resume
their
song
.
"
Move
,
"
I
whisper
to
myself
.
I
wriggle
out
of
my
sleeping
bag
,
roll
it
up
,
and
place
it
in
the
pack
.
I
take
a
deep
breath
.
While
I
've
been
concealed
by
darkness
and
the
sleeping
bag
and
the
willow
branches
,
it
has
probably
been
difficult
for
the
cameras
to
get
a
good
shot
of
me
.
I
know
they
must
be
tracking
me
now
though
.
The
minute
I
hit
the
ground
,
I
'm
guaranteed
a
close-up
.
The
audience
will
have
been
beside
themselves
,
knowing
I
was
in
the
tree
,
that
I
overheard
the
Careers
talking
,
that
I
discovered
Peeta
was
with
them
.
Until
I
work
out
exactly
how
I
want
to
play
that
,
I
'd
better
at
least
act
on
top
of
things
.
Not
perplexed
.
Certainly
not
confused
or
frightened
.
No
,
I
need
to
look
one
step
ahead
of
the
game
.
So
as
I
slide
out
of
the
foliage
and
into
the
dawn
light
,
I
pause
a
second
,
giving
the
cameras
time
to
lock
on
me
.
Then
I
cock
my
head
slightly
to
the
side
and
give
a
knowing
smile
.
There
!
Let
them
figure
out
what
that
means
!
I
'm
about
to
take
off
when
I
think
of
my
snares
.
Maybe
it
's
imprudent
to
check
them
with
the
others
so
close
.
But
have
to
.
Too
many
years
of
hunting
,
I
guess
.
And
the
lure
of
possible
meat
.
I
'm
rewarded
with
one
fine
rabbit
.
In
no
time
,
I
've
cleaned
and
gutted
the
animal
,
leaving
the
head
,
feet
,
tail
,
skin
,
and
innards
,
under
a
pile
of
leaves
.
I
'm
wishing
for
a
fire
-
eating
raw
rabbit
can
give
you
rabbit
fever
,
a
lesson
I
learned
the
hard
way
-
when
I
think
of
the
dead
tribute
.
I
hurry
back
to
her
camp
.
Sure
enough
,
the
coals
of
her
dying
fire
are
still
hot
.
I
cut
up
the
rabbit
,
fashion
a
spit
out
of
branches
,
and
set
it
over
the
coals
.
I
'm
glad
for
the
cameras
now
.
I
want
sponsors
to
see
I
can
hunt
,
that
I
'm
a
good
bet
because
I
wo
n't
be
lured
into
traps
as
easily
as
the
others
will
by
hunger
.
While
the
rabbit
cooks
,
I
grind
up
part
of
a
charred
branch
and
set
about
camouflaging
my
orange
pack
.
The
black
tones
it
down
,
but
I
feel
a
layer
of
mud
would
definitely
help
.
Of
course
,
to
have
mud
,
I
'd
need
water
.
I
pull
on
my
gear
,
grab
my
spit
,
kick
some
dirt
over
the
coals
,
and
take
off
in
the
opposite
direction
the
Careers
went
.
I
eat
half
the
rabbit
as
I
go
,
then
wrap
up
the
leftovers
in
my
plastic
for
later
.
The
meat
stops
the
grumbling
in
my
stomach
but
does
little
to
quench
my
thirst
.
Water
is
my
top
priority
now
.
