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In
the
remaining
hours
before
nightfall
,
I
gather
rocks
and
do
my
best
to
camouflage
the
opening
of
the
cave
.
It
's
a
slow
and
arduous
process
,
but
after
a
lot
of
sweating
and
shifting
things
around
,
I
'm
pretty
pleased
with
my
work
,
The
cave
now
appears
to
be
part
of
a
larger
pile
of
rocks
,
like
so
many
in
the
vicinity
.
I
can
still
crawl
in
to
Peeta
through
a
small
opening
,
but
it
's
undetectable
from
the
out
side
.
That
's
good
,
because
I
'll
need
to
share
that
sleeping
bag
again
tonight
.
Also
,
if
I
do
n't
make
it
back
from
the
feast
,
Peeta
will
be
hidden
but
not
entirely
imprisoned
.
Although
I
doubt
he
can
hang
on
much
longer
without
medicine
.
If
I
die
at
the
feast
,
District
12
is
n't
likely
to
have
a
victor
.
I
make
a
meal
out
of
the
smaller
,
bonier
fish
that
inhabit
the
stream
down
here
,
fill
every
water
container
and
purify
it
,
and
clean
my
weapons
.
I
've
nine
arrows
left
in
all
.
I
debate
leaving
the
knife
with
Peeta
so
he
'll
have
some
protection
while
I
'm
gone
,
but
there
's
really
no
point
.
He
was
right
about
camouflage
being
his
final
defense
.
But
I
still
might
have
use
for
the
knife
.
Who
knows
what
I
'll
encounter
?
Here
are
some
things
I
'm
fairly
certain
of
.
That
at
least
Cato
,
Clove
,
and
Thresh
will
be
on
hand
when
the
feast
starts
.
I
'm
not
sure
about
Foxface
since
direct
confrontation
is
n't
her
style
or
her
forte
.
She
's
even
smaller
than
I
am
and
unarmed
,
unless
she
's
picked
up
some
weapons
recently
.
She
'll
probably
be
hanging
somewhere
nearby
,
seeing
what
she
can
scavenge
.
But
the
other
three
.
I
'm
going
to
have
my
hands
full
.
My
ability
to
kill
at
a
distance
is
my
greatest
asset
,
but
I
know
I
'll
have
to
go
right
into
the
thick
of
things
to
get
that
backpack
,
the
one
with
the
number
12
on
it
that
Claudius
Templesmith
mentioned
.
I
watch
the
sky
,
hoping
for
one
less
opponent
at
dawn
,
but
nobody
appears
tonight
.
Tomorrow
there
will
be
faces
up
there
.
Feasts
always
result
in
fatalities
.
I
crawl
into
the
cave
,
secure
my
glasses
,
and
curl
up
next
to
Peeta
.
Luckily
I
had
that
good
long
sleep
today
.
I
have
to
stay
awake
.
I
do
n't
really
think
anyone
will
attack
our
cave
tonight
,
but
I
ca
n't
risk
missing
the
dawn
.
So
cold
,
so
bitterly
cold
tonight
.
As
if
the
Gamemakers
have
sent
an
infusion
of
frozen
air
across
the
arena
,
which
may
be
exactly
what
they
've
done
.
I
lay
next
to
Peeta
in
the
bag
,
trying
to
absorb
every
bit
of
his
fever
heat
.
It
's
strange
to
be
so
physically
close
to
someone
who
's
so
distant
.
Peeta
might
as
well
be
back
in
the
Capitol
,
or
in
District
12
,
or
on
the
moon
right
now
,
he
'd
be
no
harder
to
reach
.
I
've
never
felt
lonelier
since
the
Games
began
.
Just
accept
it
will
be
a
bad
night
,
I
tell
myself
.
I
try
not
to
,
but
I
ca
n't
help
thinking
of
my
mother
and
Prim
,
wondering
if
they
'll
sleep
a
wink
tonight
.
At
this
late
stage
in
the
Games
,
with
an
important
event
like
the
feast
,
school
will
probably
be
canceled
.
My
family
can
either
watch
on
that
static-filled
old
clunker
of
a
television
at
home
or
join
the
crowds
in
the
square
to
watch
on
the
big
,
clear
screens
,
They
'll
have
privacy
at
home
but
support
in
the
square
.
People
will
give
them
a
kind
word
,
a
bit
of
food
if
they
can
spare
it
.
I
wonder
if
the
baker
has
sought
them
out
,
especially
now
that
Peeta
and
I
are
a
team
,
and
made
good
on
his
promise
to
keep
my
sister
's
belly
full
.
Spirits
must
be
running
high
in
District
12
.
We
so
rarely
have
anyone
to
root
for
at
this
point
in
the
Games
.
Surely
,
people
are
excited
about
Peeta
and
me
,
especially
now
that
we
're
together
.
If
I
close
my
eyes
,
I
can
imagine
their
shouts
at
the
screens
,
urging
us
on
.
I
see
their
faces
-
Greasy
Sac
and
Madge
and
even
the
Peacekeepers
who
buy
my
meat
cheering
for
us
.
