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My
proximity
to
the
Careers
'
camp
sharpens
my
senses
,
and
the
closer
I
get
to
them
,
the
more
guarded
I
am
,
pausing
frequently
to
listen
for
unnatural
sounds
,
an
arrow
already
fitted
into
the
string
of
my
bow
.
I
do
n't
see
any
other
tributes
,
but
I
do
notice
some
of
the
things
Rue
has
mentioned
.
Patches
of
the
sweet
berries
.
A
bush
with
the
leaves
that
healed
my
stings
.
Clusters
of
tracker
jacker
nests
in
the
vicinity
of
the
tree
I
was
trapped
in
.
And
here
and
there
,
the
black-and-white
flash
of
a
mockingjay
wing
in
the
branches
high
over
my
head
.
When
I
reach
the
tree
with
the
abandoned
nest
at
the
foot
,
I
pause
a
moment
,
to
gather
my
courage
.
Rue
has
given
specific
instructions
on
how
to
reach
the
best
spying
place
near
the
lake
from
this
point
.
Remember
,
I
tell
myself
.
You
're
the
hunter
now
,
not
them
.
I
get
a
firmer
grasp
on
my
bow
and
go
on
.
I
make
it
to
the
copse
Rue
has
told
me
about
and
again
have
to
admire
her
cleverness
.
It
's
right
at
the
edge
of
the
wood
,
but
the
bushy
foliage
is
so
thick
down
low
I
can
easily
observe
the
Career
camp
without
being
spotted
.
Between
us
lies
the
flat
expanse
where
the
Games
began
.
There
are
four
tributes
.
The
boy
from
District
1
,
Cato
and
the
girl
from
District
2
,
and
a
scrawny
,
ashen-skinned
boy
who
must
be
from
District
3
.
He
made
almost
no
impression
on
me
at
all
during
our
time
in
the
Capitol
.
I
can
remember
almost
nothing
about
him
,
not
his
costume
,
not
his
training
score
,
not
his
interview
.
Even
now
,
as
he
sits
there
fiddling
with
some
kind
of
plastic
box
,
he
's
easily
ignored
in
the
presence
of
his
large
and
domineering
companions
.
But
he
must
be
of
some
value
or
they
would
n't
have
bothered
to
let
him
live
.
Still
,
seeing
him
only
adds
to
my
sense
of
unease
over
why
the
Careers
would
possibly
leave
him
as
a
guard
,
why
they
have
allowed
him
to
live
at
all
.
All
four
tributes
seem
to
still
be
recovering
from
the
tracker
jacker
attack
.
Even
from
here
,
I
can
see
the
large
swollen
lumps
on
their
bodies
.
They
must
not
have
had
the
sense
to
remove
the
stingers
,
or
if
they
did
,
not
known
about
the
leaves
that
healed
them
.
Apparently
,
whatever
medicines
they
found
in
the
Cornucopia
have
been
ineffective
.
The
Cornucopia
sits
in
its
original
position
,
but
its
insides
have
been
picked
clean
.
Most
of
the
supplies
,
held
in
crates
,
burlap
sacks
,
and
plastic
bins
,
are
piled
neatly
in
a
pyramid
in
what
seems
a
questionable
distance
from
the
camp
.
Others
are
sprinkled
around
the
perimeter
of
the
pyramid
,
almost
mimicking
the
layout
of
supplies
around
the
Cornucopia
at
the
onset
of
the
Games
.
A
canopy
of
netting
that
,
aside
from
discouraging
birds
,
seems
to
be
useless
shelters
the
pyramid
itself
.
The
whole
setup
is
completely
perplexing
.
The
distance
,
the
netting
,
and
the
presence
of
the
boy
from
District
3
.
One
thing
's
for
sure
,
destroying
those
supplies
is
not
going
to
be
as
simple
as
it
looks
.
Some
other
factor
is
at
play
here
,
and
I
'd
better
stay
put
until
I
figure
out
what
it
is
.
My
guess
is
the
pyramid
is
booby-trapped
in
some
manner
.
I
think
of
concealed
pits
,
descending
nets
,
a
thread
that
when
broken
sends
a
poisonous
dart
into
your
heart
.
Really
,
the
possibilities
are
endless
.
While
I
am
mulling
over
my
options
,
I
hear
Cato
shout
out
.
He
's
pointing
up
to
the
woods
,
far
beyond
me
,
and
without
turning
I
know
that
Rue
must
have
set
the
first
campfire
.
We
'd
made
sure
to
gather
enough
green
wood
to
make
the
smoke
noticeable
.
The
Careers
begin
to
arm
themselves
at
once
.
