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For
a
moment
,
everything
seems
frozen
in
time
.
Then
the
apples
spill
to
the
ground
and
I
'm
blown
backward
into
the
air
.
The
impact
with
the
hard-packed
earth
of
the
plain
knocks
the
wind
out
of
me
.
My
backpack
does
little
to
soften
the
blow
.
Fortunately
my
quiver
has
caught
in
the
crook
of
my
elbow
,
sparing
both
itself
and
my
shoulder
,
and
my
bow
is
locked
in
my
grasp
.
The
ground
still
shakes
with
explosions
.
I
ca
n't
hear
them
.
I
ca
n't
hear
anything
at
the
moment
.
But
the
apples
must
have
set
off
enough
mines
,
causing
debris
to
activate
the
others
.
I
manage
to
shield
my
face
with
my
arms
as
shattered
bits
of
matter
,
some
of
it
burning
,
rain
down
around
me
.
An
acrid
smoke
fills
the
air
,
which
is
not
the
best
remedy
for
someone
trying
to
regain
the
ability
to
breathe
.
After
about
a
minute
,
the
ground
stops
vibrating
.
I
roll
on
my
side
and
allow
myself
a
moment
of
satisfaction
the
sight
of
the
smoldering
wreckage
that
was
recently
the
pyramid
.
The
Careers
are
n't
likely
to
salvage
anything
out
of
that
.
I
'd
better
get
out
of
here
,
I
think
.
They
'll
be
making
a
beeline
for
the
place
.
But
once
I
'm
on
my
feet
,
I
realize
escape
may
not
be
so
simple
.
I
'm
dizzy
.
Not
the
slightly
wobbly
kind
,
but
the
kind
that
sends
the
trees
swooping
around
you
and
causes
the
earth
to
move
in
waves
under
your
feet
.
I
take
a
few
steps
and
somehow
wind
up
on
my
hands
and
knees
.
I
wait
a
few
minutes
to
let
it
pass
,
but
it
does
n't
.
Panic
begins
to
set
in
.
I
ca
n't
stay
here
.
Flight
is
essential
.
But
I
can
neither
walk
nor
hear
.
I
place
a
hand
to
my
left
ear
,
the
one
that
was
turned
toward
the
blast
,
and
it
comes
away
bloody
.
Have
I
gone
deaf
from
the
explosion
?
The
idea
frightens
me
.
I
rely
as
much
on
my
ears
as
my
eyes
as
a
hunter
,
maybe
more
at
times
.
But
I
ca
n't
let
my
fear
show
.
Absolutely
,
positively
,
I
am
live
on
every
screen
in
Panem
.
No
blood
trails
,
I
tell
myself
,
and
manage
to
pull
my
hood
up
over
my
head
,
tie
the
cord
under
my
chin
with
uncooperative
fingers
.
That
should
help
soak
up
the
blood
.
I
ca
n't
walk
,
but
can
I
crawl
?
I
move
forward
tentatively
.
Yes
,
if
I
go
very
slowly
,
I
can
crawl
.
Most
of
the
woods
will
offer
insufficient
cover
.
My
only
hope
is
to
make
it
back
to
Rue
's
copse
and
conceal
myself
in
greenery
.
I
ca
n't
get
caught
out
here
on
my
hands
and
knees
in
the
open
.
Not
only
will
I
face
death
,
it
's
sure
to
be
a
long
and
painful
one
at
Cato
's
hand
.
The
thought
of
Prim
having
to
watch
that
keeps
me
doggedly
inching
my
way
toward
the
hideout
.
Another
blast
knocks
me
flat
on
my
face
.
A
stray
mine
,
set
off
by
some
collapsing
crate
.
This
happens
twice
more
.
I
'm
reminded
of
those
last
few
kernels
that
burst
when
Prim
and
I
pop
corn
over
the
fire
at
home
.
To
say
I
make
it
in
the
nick
of
time
is
an
understatement
.
I
have
literally
just
dragged
myself
into
the
tangle
of
hushes
at
the
base
of
the
trees
when
there
's
Cato
,
barreling
onto
the
plain
,
soon
followed
by
his
companions
.
His
rage
is
so
extreme
it
might
be
comical
-
so
people
really
do
tear
out
their
hair
and
beat
the
ground
with
their
fists
-
if
I
did
n't
know
that
it
was
aimed
at
me
,
at
what
I
have
done
to
him
.
Add
to
that
my
proximity
,
my
inability
to
run
or
defend
myself
,
and
in
fact
,
the
whole
thing
has
me
terrified
.
