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For
instance
,
if
I
got
my
hands
on
the
bow
and
shot
someone
,
my
secret
would
be
revealed
to
all
.
No
,
here
in
the
arena
,
all
we
see
are
the
same
photographs
they
showed
when
they
televised
our
training
scores
.
Simple
head
shots
.
But
now
instead
of
scores
they
post
only
district
numbers
.
I
take
a
deep
breath
as
the
face
of
the
eleven
dead
tributes
begin
and
tick
them
off
one
by
one
on
my
fingers
.
The
first
to
appear
is
the
girl
from
District
3
.
That
means
that
the
Career
Tributes
from
1
and
2
have
all
survived
.
No
surprise
there
.
Then
the
boy
from
4
.
I
did
n't
expect
that
one
,
usually
all
the
Careers
make
it
through
the
first
day
.
The
boy
from
District
5
.
I
guess
the
fox-faced
girl
made
it
.
Both
tributes
from
6
and
7
.
The
boy
from
8
.
Both
from
9
.
Yes
,
there
's
the
boy
who
I
fought
for
the
backpack
.
I
've
run
through
my
fingers
,
only
one
more
dead
tribute
to
go
.
Is
it
Peeta
?
No
,
there
's
the
girl
from
District
10
.
That
's
it
.
The
Capitol
seal
is
back
with
a
final
musical
flourish
.
Then
darkness
and
the
sounds
of
the
forest
resume
.
I
'm
relieved
Peeta
's
alive
.
I
tell
myself
again
that
if
I
get
killed
,
his
winning
will
benefit
my
mother
and
Prim
the
most
.
This
is
what
I
tell
myself
to
explain
the
conflicting
emotions
that
arise
when
I
think
of
Peeta
.
The
gratitude
that
he
gave
me
an
edge
by
professing
his
love
for
me
in
the
interview
.
The
anger
at
his
superiority
on
the
roof
.
The
dread
that
we
may
come
face-to-face
at
any
moment
in
this
arena
.
Eleven
dead
,
but
none
from
District
12
.
I
try
to
work
out
who
is
left
.
Five
Career
Tributes
.
Foxface
.
Thresh
and
Rue
.
Rue
.
so
she
made
it
through
the
first
day
after
all
.
I
ca
n't
help
feeling
glad
.
That
makes
ten
of
us
.
The
other
three
I
'll
figure
out
tomorrow
.
Now
when
it
is
dark
,
and
I
have
traveled
far
,
and
I
am
nestled
high
in
this
tree
,
now
I
must
try
and
rest
.
I
have
n't
really
slept
in
two
days
,
and
then
there
's
been
the
long
day
's
journey
into
the
arena
.
Slowly
,
I
allow
my
muscles
to
relax
.
My
eyes
to
close
.
The
last
thing
I
think
is
it
's
lucky
I
do
n't
snore
.
Snap
!
The
sound
of
a
breaking
branch
wakes
me
.
How
long
have
I
been
asleep
?
Four
hours
?
Five
?
The
tip
of
my
nose
is
icy
cold
.
Snap
!
Snap
!
What
's
going
on
?
This
is
not
the
sound
of
a
branch
under
someone
's
foot
,
but
the
sharp
crack
of
one
coming
from
a
tree
.
Snap
!
Snap
!
I
judge
it
to
be
several
hundred
yards
to
my
right
.
Slowly
,
noiselessly
,
I
turn
myself
in
that
direction
.
For
a
few
minutes
,
there
's
nothing
but
blackness
and
some
scuffling
.
Then
I
see
a
spark
and
a
small
fire
begins
to
bloom
.
A
pair
of
hands
warms
over
flames
,
but
I
ca
n't
make
out
more
than
that
.
I
have
to
bite
my
lip
not
to
scream
every
foul
name
I
know
at
the
fire
starter
.
What
are
they
thinking
?
A
fire
I
'll
just
at
nightfall
would
have
been
one
thing
.
Those
who
battled
at
the
Cornucopia
,
with
their
superior
strength
and
surplus
of
supplies
,
they
could
n't
possibly
have
been
near
enough
to
spot
the
flames
then
.
But
now
,
when
they
've
probably
been
combing
the
woods
for
hours
looking
for
victims
.
You
might
as
well
be
waving
a
flag
and
shouting
,
"
Come
and
get
me
!
"
And
here
I
am
a
stone
's
throw
from
the
biggest
idiot
in
the
Games
.
Strapped
in
a
tree
.
Not
daring
to
flee
since
my
general
location
has
just
been
broadcast
to
any
killer
who
cares
.
I
mean
,
I
know
it
's
cold
out
here
and
not
everybody
has
a
sleeping
bag
.
But
then
you
grit
your
teeth
and
stick
it
out
until
dawn
!
