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I
lift
my
face
and
step
into
the
last
falling
rays
of
sunlight
.
"
My
thanks
to
the
people
of
District
Eleven
,
"
I
say
.
I
want
them
to
know
I
know
where
it
came
from
.
That
the
full
value
of
their
gift
has
been
recognized
.
I
climb
dangerously
high
into
a
tree
,
not
for
safety
but
to
get
as
far
away
from
today
as
I
can
.
My
sleeping
bag
is
rolled
neatly
in
Rue
's
pack
.
Tomorrow
I
'll
sort
through
the
supplies
.
Tomorrow
I
'll
make
a
new
plan
.
But
tonight
,
all
I
can
do
is
strap
myself
in
and
take
tiny
bites
of
the
bread
.
It
's
good
.
It
tastes
of
home
.
Soon
the
seal
's
in
the
sky
,
the
anthem
plays
in
my
right
ear
.
I
see
the
boy
from
District
1
,
Rue
.
That
's
all
for
tonight
.
Six
of
us
left
,
I
think
.
Only
six
.
With
the
bread
still
locked
in
my
hands
,
I
fall
asleep
at
once
.
Sometimes
when
things
are
particularly
bad
,
my
brain
will
give
me
a
happy
dream
.
A
visit
with
my
father
in
the
woods
.
An
hour
of
sunlight
and
cake
with
Prim
.
Tonight
it
sends
me
Rue
,
still
decked
in
her
flowers
,
perched
in
a
high
sea
of
trees
,
trying
to
teach
me
to
talk
to
the
mockingjays
.
I
see
no
sign
of
her
wounds
,
no
blood
,
just
a
bright
,
laughing
girl
.
She
sings
songs
I
've
never
heard
in
a
clear
,
melodic
voice
.
On
and
on
.
Through
the
night
.
There
's
a
drowsy
in-between
period
when
I
can
hear
the
last
few
strains
of
her
music
although
she
's
lost
in
the
leaves
.
When
I
fully
awaken
,
I
'm
momentarily
comforted
.
I
try
to
hold
on
to
the
peaceful
feeling
of
the
dream
,
but
it
quickly
slips
away
,
leaving
me
sadder
and
lonelier
than
ever
.
Heaviness
infuses
my
whole
body
,
as
if
there
's
liquid
lead
in
my
veins
.
I
've
lost
the
will
to
do
the
simplest
tasks
,
to
do
anything
but
lie
here
,
staring
unblinkingly
through
the
canopy
of
leaves
.
For
several
hours
,
I
remain
motionless
.
As
usual
,
it
's
the
thought
of
Prim
's
anxious
face
as
she
watches
me
on
the
screens
back
home
that
breaks
me
from
my
lethargy
.
I
give
myself
a
series
of
simple
commands
to
follow
,
like
"
Now
you
have
to
sit
up
,
Katniss
.
Now
you
have
to
drink
water
,
Katniss
.
"
I
act
on
the
orders
with
slow
,
robotic
motions
.
"
Now
you
have
to
sort
the
packs
,
Katniss
.
"
Rue
's
pack
holds
my
sleeping
bag
,
her
nearly
empty
water
skin
,
a
handful
of
nuts
and
roots
,
a
bit
of
rabbit
,
her
extra
socks
,
and
her
slingshot
.
The
boy
from
District
1
has
several
knives
,
two
spare
spearheads
,
a
flashlight
,
a
small
leather
pouch
,
a
first-aid
kit
,
a
full
bottle
of
water
,
and
a
pack
of
dried
fruit
.
A
pack
of
dried
fruit
!
Out
of
all
he
might
have
chosen
from
.
To
me
,
this
is
a
sign
of
extreme
arrogance
.
Why
bother
to
carry
food
when
you
have
such
a
bounty
back
at
camp
?
When
you
will
kill
your
enemies
so
quickly
you
'll
be
home
before
you
're
hungry
?
I
can
only
hope
the
other
Careers
traveled
so
lightly
when
it
came
to
food
and
now
find
themselves
with
nothing
.
Speaking
of
which
,
my
own
supply
is
running
low
.
I
finish
off
the
loaf
from
District
11
and
the
last
of
the
rabbit
.
How
quickly
the
food
disappears
.
All
I
have
left
are
Rue
's
roots
and
nuts
,
the
boy
's
dried
fruit
,
and
one
strip
of
beef
.
Now
you
have
to
hunt
,
Katniss
,
I
tell
myself
.
