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No
water
.
How
hard
would
it
have
been
for
them
to
fill
up
the
bottle
?
I
become
aware
of
the
dryness
in
my
throat
and
mouth
,
the
cracks
in
my
lips
.
I
've
been
moving
all
day
long
.
It
's
been
hot
and
I
've
sweat
a
lot
.
I
do
this
at
home
,
but
there
are
always
streams
to
drink
from
,
or
snow
to
melt
if
it
should
come
to
it
.
As
I
refill
my
pack
I
have
an
awful
thought
.
The
lake
.
The
one
I
saw
while
I
was
waiting
for
the
gong
to
sound
.
What
if
that
's
the
only
water
source
in
the
arena
?
That
way
they
'll
guarantee
drawing
us
in
to
fight
.
The
lake
is
a
full
day
's
journey
from
where
I
sit
now
,
a
much
harder
journey
with
nothing
to
drink
.
And
then
,
even
if
I
reach
it
,
it
's
sure
to
be
heavily
guarded
by
some
of
the
Career
Tributes
.
I
'm
about
to
panic
when
I
remember
the
rabbit
I
startled
earlier
today
.
It
has
to
drink
,
too
.
I
just
have
to
find
out
where
.
Twilight
is
closing
in
and
I
am
ill
at
ease
.
The
trees
are
too
thin
to
offer
much
concealment
.
The
layer
of
pine
needles
that
muffles
my
footsteps
also
makes
tracking
animals
harder
when
I
need
their
trails
to
find
water
.
And
I
'm
still
heading
downhill
,
deeper
and
deeper
into
a
valley
that
seems
endless
.
I
'm
hungry
,
too
,
but
I
do
n't
dare
break
into
my
precious
store
of
crackers
and
beef
yet
.
Instead
,
I
take
my
knife
and
go
to
work
on
a
pine
tree
,
cutting
away
the
outer
bark
and
scraping
off
a
large
handful
of
the
softer
inner
bark
.
I
slowly
chew
the
stuff
as
I
walk
along
.
After
a
week
of
the
finest
food
in
the
world
,
it
's
a
little
hard
to
choke
down
.
But
I
've
eaten
plenty
of
pine
in
my
life
.
I
'll
adjust
quickly
.
In
another
hour
,
it
's
clear
I
've
got
to
find
a
place
to
camp
.
Night
creatures
are
coming
out
.
I
can
hear
the
occasional
hoot
or
howl
,
my
first
clue
that
I
'll
be
competing
with
natural
predators
for
the
rabbits
.
As
to
whether
I
'll
be
viewed
as
a
source
of
food
,
it
's
too
soon
to
tell
.
There
could
be
any
number
of
animals
stalking
me
at
this
moment
.
But
right
now
,
I
decide
to
make
my
fellow
tributes
a
priority
.
I
'm
sure
many
will
continue
hunting
through
the
night
.
Those
who
fought
it
out
at
the
Cornucopia
will
have
food
,
an
abundance
of
water
from
the
lake
,
torches
or
flashlights
,
and
weapons
they
're
itching
to
use
.
I
can
only
hope
I
've
traveled
far
and
fast
enough
to
be
out
of
range
.
Before
settling
down
,
I
take
my
wire
and
set
two
twitch-up
snares
in
the
brush
.
I
know
it
's
risky
to
be
setting
traps
,
but
food
will
go
so
fast
out
here
.
And
I
ca
n't
set
snares
on
the
run
.
Still
,
I
walk
another
five
minutes
before
making
camp
.
I
pick
my
tree
carefully
.
A
willow
,
not
terribly
tall
but
set
in
a
clump
of
other
willows
,
offering
concealment
in
those
long
,
flowing
tresses
.
I
climb
up
,
sticking
to
the
stronger
branches
close
to
the
trunk
,
and
find
a
sturdy
fork
for
my
bed
.
It
takes
some
doing
,
but
I
arrange
the
sleeping
bag
in
a
relatively
comfortable
manner
.
I
place
my
backpack
in
the
foot
of
the
bag
,
then
slide
in
after
it
.
As
a
precaution
,
I
remove
my
belt
,
loop
it
all
the
way
around
the
branch
and
my
sleeping
bag
,
and
refasten
it
at
my
waist
.
Now
if
I
roll
over
in
my
sleep
,
I
wo
n't
go
crashing
to
the
ground
.
I
'm
small
enough
to
tuck
the
top
of
the
bag
over
my
head
,
but
I
put
on
my
hood
as
well
.
As
night
falls
,
the
air
is
cooling
quickly
.
Despite
the
risk
I
took
in
getting
the
backpack
,
I
know
now
it
was
the
right
choice
.
This
sleeping
bag
,
radiating
back
and
preserving
my
body
heat
,
will
be
invaluable
.
I
'm
sure
there
are
several
other
tributes
whose
biggest
concern
right
now
is
how
to
stay
warm
whereas
I
may
actually
be
able
to
get
a
few
hours
of
sleep
.
If
only
I
was
n't
so
thirsty
.
Night
has
just
come
when
I
hear
the
anthem
that
proceeds
the
death
recap
.
Through
the
branches
I
can
see
the
seal
of
the
Capitol
,
which
appears
to
be
floating
in
the
sky
.
I
'm
actually
viewing
another
screen
,
an
enormous
one
that
's
transported
by
of
one
of
their
disappearing
hovercraft
.
The
anthem
fades
out
and
the
sky
goes
dark
for
a
moment
.
At
home
,
we
would
be
watching
full
coverage
of
each
and
every
killing
,
but
that
's
thought
to
give
an
unfair
advantage
to
the
living
tributes
.
