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I
'm
glad
my
hiding
place
makes
it
impossible
for
the
cameras
to
get
a
close
shot
of
me
because
I
'm
biting
my
nails
like
there
's
no
tomorrow
.
Gnawing
off
the
last
bits
of
nail
polish
,
trying
to
keep
my
teeth
from
chattering
.
The
boy
from
District
3
throws
stones
into
the
ruins
and
must
have
declared
all
the
mines
activated
because
the
Careers
are
approaching
the
wreckage
.
Cato
has
finished
the
first
phase
of
his
tantrum
and
takes
out
his
anger
on
the
smoking
remains
by
kicking
open
various
containers
.
The
other
tributes
are
poking
around
in
the
mess
,
looking
for
anything
to
salvage
,
but
there
's
nothing
.
The
boy
from
District
3
has
done
his
job
too
well
.
This
idea
must
occur
to
Cato
,
too
,
because
he
turns
on
the
boy
and
appears
to
be
shouting
at
him
.
The
boy
from
District
3
only
has
time
to
turn
and
run
before
Cato
catches
him
in
a
headlock
from
behind
.
I
can
see
the
muscles
ripple
in
Cato
's
arms
as
he
sharply
jerks
the
boy
's
head
to
the
side
.
It
's
that
quick
.
The
death
of
the
boy
from
District
3
.
The
other
two
Careers
seem
to
be
trying
to
calm
Cato
down
.
I
can
tell
he
wants
to
return
to
the
woods
,
but
they
keep
pointing
at
the
sky
,
which
puzzles
me
until
I
realize
,
Of
course
.
They
think
whoever
set
off
the
explosions
is
dead
.
They
do
n't
know
about
the
arrows
and
the
apples
.
They
assume
the
booby
trap
was
faulty
,
but
that
the
tribute
who
blew
up
the
supplies
was
killed
doing
it
.
If
there
was
a
cannon
shot
,
it
could
have
been
easily
lost
in
the
subsequent
explosions
.
The
shattered
remains
of
the
thief
removed
by
hovercraft
.
They
retire
to
the
far
side
of
the
lake
to
allow
the
Gamemakers
to
retrieve
the
body
of
the
boy
from
District
3
.
And
they
wait
.
I
suppose
a
cannon
goes
off
.
A
hovercraft
appears
and
takes
the
dead
boy
.
The
sun
dips
below
the
horizon
.
Night
falls
.
Up
in
the
sky
,
I
see
the
seal
and
know
the
anthem
must
have
begun
.
A
moment
of
darkness
.
They
show
the
boy
from
District
3
.
They
show
the
boy
from
District
10
,
who
must
have
died
this
morning
.
Then
the
seal
reappears
.
So
,
now
they
know
.
The
bomber
survived
.
In
the
seal
's
light
,
I
can
see
Cato
and
the
girl
from
District
2
put
on
their
night-vision
glasses
.
The
boy
from
District
1
ignites
a
tree
branch
for
a
torch
,
illuminating
the
grim
determination
on
all
their
faces
.
The
Careers
stride
back
into
the
woods
to
hunt
.
The
dizziness
has
subsided
and
while
my
left
ear
is
still
deafened
,
I
can
hear
a
ringing
in
my
right
,
which
seems
a
good
sign
.
There
's
no
point
in
leaving
my
hiding
place
,
though
.
I
'm
about
as
safe
as
I
can
be
,
here
at
the
crime
scene
.
They
probably
think
the
bomber
has
a
two
-
or
three-hour
lead
on
them
.
Still
it
's
a
long
time
before
I
risk
moving
.
The
first
thing
I
do
is
dig
out
my
own
glasses
and
put
them
on
,
which
relaxes
me
a
little
,
to
have
at
least
one
of
my
hunter
's
senses
working
.
I
drink
some
water
and
wash
the
blood
from
my
ear
.
Fearing
the
smell
of
meat
will
draw
unwanted
predators
-
fresh
blood
is
bad
enough
-
I
make
a
good
meal
out
of
the
greens
and
roots
and
berries
Rue
and
I
gathered
today
.
