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They
can
handle
small
breaks
from
the
pool
.
So
I
slowly
put
my
gear
back
in
order
.
First
I
fill
my
bottle
with
the
pool
water
,
treat
it
,
and
when
enough
time
has
passed
,
begin
to
rehydrate
my
body
.
After
a
time
,
I
force
myself
to
nibble
on
a
cracker
,
which
helps
settle
my
stomach
.
I
roll
up
my
sleeping
bag
.
Except
for
a
few
black
marks
,
it
's
relatively
unscathed
.
My
jacket
's
another
matter
.
Stinking
and
scorched
,
at
least
a
foot
of
the
back
beyond
repair
.
I
cut
off
the
damaged
area
leaving
me
with
a
garment
that
comes
just
to
the
bottom
of
my
ribs
.
But
the
hood
's
intact
and
it
's
far
better
than
nothing
.
Despite
the
pain
,
drowsiness
begins
to
take
over
.
I
'd
take
to
a
tree
and
try
to
rest
,
except
I
'd
be
too
easy
to
spot
.
Besides
,
abandoning
my
pool
seems
impossible
.
I
neatly
arrange
my
supplies
,
even
settle
my
pack
on
my
shoulders
,
but
I
ca
n't
seem
to
leave
.
I
spot
some
water
plants
with
edible
roots
and
make
a
small
meal
with
my
last
piece
of
rabbit
.
Sip
water
.
Watch
the
sun
make
its
slow
arc
across
the
sky
.
Where
would
I
go
anyway
that
is
any
safer
than
here
?
I
lean
back
on
my
pack
,
overcome
by
drowsiness
.
If
the
Careers
want
me
,
let
them
find
me
,
I
think
before
drifting
into
a
stupor
.
Let
them
find
me
.
And
find
me
,
they
do
.
It
's
lucky
I
'm
ready
to
move
on
because
when
I
hear
the
feet
,
I
have
less
than
a
minute
head
start
.
Evening
has
begun
to
fall
.
The
moment
I
awake
,
I
'm
up
and
running
,
splashing
across
the
pool
,
flying
into
the
underbrush
.
My
leg
slows
me
down
,
but
I
sense
my
pursuers
are
not
as
speedy
as
they
were
before
the
fire
,
either
.
I
hear
their
coughs
,
their
raspy
voices
calling
to
one
another
.
Still
,
they
are
closing
in
,
just
like
a
pack
of
wild
dogs
,
and
so
I
do
what
I
have
done
my
whole
life
in
such
circumstances
.
I
pick
a
high
tree
and
begin
to
climb
.
If
running
hurt
,
climbing
is
agonizing
because
it
requires
not
only
exertion
but
direct
contact
of
my
hands
on
the
tree
bark
.
I
'm
fast
,
though
,
and
by
the
time
they
've
reached
the
base
of
my
trunk
,
I
'm
twenty
feet
up
.
For
a
moment
,
we
stop
and
survey
one
another
.
I
hope
they
ca
n't
hear
the
pounding
of
my
heart
.
This
could
be
it
,
I
think
.
What
chance
do
I
have
against
them
?
All
six
are
there
,
the
five
Careers
and
Peeta
,
and
my
only
consolation
is
they
're
pretty
beat-up
,
too
.
Even
so
,
look
at
their
weapons
.
Look
at
their
faces
,
grinning
and
snarling
at
me
,
a
sure
kill
above
them
.
It
seems
pretty
hopeless
.
But
then
something
else
registers
.
They
're
bigger
and
stronger
than
I
am
,
no
doubt
,
but
they
're
also
heavier
.
There
's
a
reason
it
's
me
and
not
Gale
who
ventures
up
to
pluck
the
highest
fruit
,
or
rob
the
most
remote
bird
nests
.
I
must
weigh
at
least
fifty
or
sixty
pounds
less
than
the
smallest
Career
.
Now
I
smile
.
"
How
's
everything
with
you
?
"
I
call
down
cheerfully
.
This
takes
them
aback
,
but
I
know
the
crowd
will
love
it
.
"
Well
enough
,
"
says
the
boy
from
District
2
.
"
Yourself
?
"
"
It
's
been
a
bit
warm
for
my
taste
,
"
I
say
.
I
can
almost
hear
the
laughter
from
the
Capitol
.
"
The
air
's
better
up
here
.
Why
do
n't
you
come
on
up
?
"
