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How
long
has
she
been
here
?
The
whole
time
probably
.
Still
and
unobserved
as
the
action
unfolded
beneath
her
.
Perhaps
she
headed
up
her
tree
shortly
before
I
did
,
hearing
the
pack
was
so
close
.
For
a
while
we
hold
each
other
's
gaze
.
Then
,
without
even
rustling
a
leaf
,
her
little
hand
slides
into
the
open
and
points
to
something
above
my
head
.
My
eyes
follow
the
line
of
her
finger
up
into
the
foliage
above
me
.
At
first
,
I
have
no
idea
what
she
's
pointing
to
,
but
then
,
about
fifteen
feet
up
,
I
make
out
the
vague
shape
in
the
dimming
light
.
But
of
.
of
what
?
Some
sort
of
animal
?
It
looks
about
the
size
of
a
raccoon
,
but
it
hangs
from
the
bottom
of
a
branch
,
swaying
ever
so
slightly
.
There
's
something
else
.
Among
the
familiar
evening
sounds
of
the
woods
,
my
ears
register
a
low
hum
.
Then
I
know
.
It
's
a
wasp
nest
.
Fear
shoots
through
me
,
but
I
have
enough
sense
to
keep
still
.
After
all
,
I
do
n't
know
what
kind
of
wasp
lives
there
.
It
could
be
the
ordinary
leave-us-alone-and-we
'll
-
leave-you-alone
type
.
But
these
are
the
Hunger
Games
,
and
ordinary
is
n't
the
norm
.
More
likely
they
will
be
one
of
the
Capitol
's
muttations
,
tracker
jackers
.
Like
the
jabberjays
,
these
killer
wasps
were
spawned
in
a
lab
and
strategically
placed
,
like
land
mines
,
around
the
districts
during
the
war
.
Larger
than
regular
wasps
,
they
have
a
distinctive
solid
gold
body
and
a
sting
that
raises
a
lump
the
size
of
a
plum
on
contact
.
Most
people
ca
n't
tolerate
more
than
a
few
stings
.
Some
die
at
once
.
If
you
live
,
the
hallucinations
brought
on
by
the
venom
have
actually
driven
people
to
madness
.
And
there
's
another
thing
,
these
wasps
will
hunt
down
anyone
who
disturbs
their
nest
and
attempt
to
kill
them
.
That
's
where
the
tracker
part
of
the
name
comes
from
.
After
the
war
,
the
Capitol
destroyed
all
the
nests
surrounding
their
city
,
but
the
ones
near
the
districts
were
left
untouched
.
Another
reminder
of
our
weakness
,
I
suppose
,
just
like
the
Hunger
Games
.
Another
reason
to
keep
inside
the
fence
of
District
12
.
When
Gale
and
I
come
across
a
tracker
jacker
nest
,
we
immediately
head
in
the
opposite
direction
.
So
is
that
what
hangs
above
me
?
I
look
back
to
Rue
for
help
,
but
she
's
melted
into
her
tree
.
Given
my
circumstances
,
I
guess
it
does
n't
matter
what
type
of
wasp
nest
it
is
.
I
'm
wounded
and
trapped
.
Darkness
has
given
me
a
brief
reprieve
,
but
by
the
time
the
sun
rises
,
the
Careers
will
have
formulated
a
plan
to
kill
me
.
There
's
no
way
they
could
do
otherwise
after
I
've
made
them
look
so
stupid
.
That
nest
may
be
the
sole
option
I
have
left
.
If
I
can
drop
it
down
on
them
,
I
may
be
able
to
escape
.
But
I
'll
risk
my
life
in
the
process
.
Of
course
,
I
'll
never
be
able
to
get
in
close
enough
to
the
actual
nest
to
cut
it
free
.
I
'll
have
to
saw
off
the
branch
at
the
trunk
and
send
the
whole
thing
down
.
The
serrated
portion
of
my
knife
should
be
able
to
manage
that
.
But
can
my
hands
?
And
will
the
vibration
from
the
sawing
raise
the
swarm
?
And
what
if
the
Careers
figure
out
what
I
'm
doing
and
move
their
camp
?
That
would
defeat
the
whole
purpose
.
I
realize
that
the
best
chance
I
'll
have
to
do
the
sawing
without
drawing
notice
will
be
during
the
anthem
.
That
could
begin
any
time
.
I
drag
myself
out
of
my
bag
,
make
sure
my
knife
is
secured
in
my
belt
,
and
begin
to
make
my
way
up
the
tree
.
This
in
itself
is
dangerous
since
the
branches
are
becoming
precariously
thin
even
for
me
,
but
I
persevere
.
