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My
head
snaps
from
side
to
side
as
I
examine
the
pack
,
taking
in
the
various
sizes
and
colors
.
The
small
one
with
the
red
coat
and
amber
eyes
.
Foxface
!
And
there
,
the
ashen
hair
and
hazel
eyes
of
the
boy
from
District
9
who
died
as
we
struggled
for
the
backpack
!
And
worst
of
all
,
the
smallest
mutt
,
with
dark
glossy
fur
,
huge
brown
eyes
and
a
collar
that
reads
11
in
woven
straw
.
Teeth
bared
in
hatred
.
Rue
.
"
What
is
it
,
Katniss
?
"
Peeta
shakes
my
shoulder
.
"
It
's
them
.
It
's
all
of
them
.
The
others
.
Rue
and
Foxface
and
.
all
of
the
other
tributes
,
"
I
choke
out
.
I
hear
Peeta
's
gasp
of
recognition
.
"
What
did
they
do
to
them
?
You
do
n't
think
.
those
could
be
their
real
eyes
?
"
Their
eyes
are
the
least
of
my
worries
.
What
about
their
brains
?
Have
they
been
given
any
of
the
real
tributes
memories
?
Have
they
been
programmed
to
hate
our
faces
particularly
because
we
have
survived
and
they
were
so
callously
murdered
?
And
the
ones
we
actually
killed
.
do
they
believe
they
're
avenging
their
own
deaths
?
Before
I
can
get
this
out
,
the
mutts
begin
a
new
assault
on
the
horn
.
They
've
split
into
two
groups
at
the
sides
of
the
horn
and
are
using
those
powerful
hindquarters
to
launch
themselves
at
us
.
A
pair
of
teeth
ring
together
just
inches
from
my
hand
and
then
I
hear
Peeta
cry
out
,
feel
the
yank
on
his
body
,
the
heavy
weight
of
boy
and
mutt
pulling
me
over
the
side
.
If
not
for
the
grip
on
my
arm
,
he
'd
be
on
the
ground
,
but
as
it
is
,
it
takes
all
my
strength
to
keep
us
both
on
the
curved
back
of
the
horn
.
And
more
tributes
are
coming
.
"
Kill
it
,
Peeta
!
Kill
it
!
"
I
'm
shouting
,
and
although
I
ca
n't
quite
see
what
's
happening
,
I
know
he
must
have
stabbed
the
thing
because
the
pull
lessens
.
I
'm
able
to
haul
him
back
onto
the
horn
where
we
drag
ourselves
toward
the
top
where
the
lesser
of
two
evils
awaits
.
Cato
has
still
not
regained
his
feet
,
but
his
breathing
is
slowing
and
I
know
soon
he
'll
be
recovered
enough
to
come
for
us
,
to
hurl
us
over
the
side
to
our
deaths
.
I
arm
my
bow
,
but
the
arrow
ends
up
taking
out
a
mutt
that
can
only
be
Thresh
.
Who
else
could
jump
so
high
?
I
feel
a
moment
's
relief
because
we
must
finally
be
up
above
the
mutt
line
and
I
'm
just
turning
back
to
face
Cato
when
Peeta
's
jerked
from
my
side
.
I
'm
sure
the
pack
has
got
him
until
his
blood
splatters
my
face
.
