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Determined to go on until nightfall, I walk until I’m stumbling
over my own feet.
Exhausted, I haul myself up into a tree and belt myself in.
I’ve no appetite, but I suck on a rabbit bone just to give my
mouth something to do. Night falls, the anthem plays, and high
in the sky I see the picture of the girl, who was apparently
from District 8. The one Peeta went back to finish off.
My fear of the Career pack is minor compared to my burning
thirst. Besides, they were heading away from me and by
now they, too, will have to rest. With the scarcity of water,
they may even have had to return to the lake for refills.
Maybe, that is the only course for me as well.
Morning brings distress. My heads throbs with every beat
of my heart. Simple movements send stabs of pain through my
joints. I fall, rather than jump from the tree. It takes several
minutes for me to assemble my gear. Somewhere inside me, I
know this is wrong. I should be acting with more caution,
moving with more urgency. But my mind seems foggy and
forming a plan is hard. I lean back against the trunk of my
tree, one finger gingerly stroking the sandpaper surface of my
tongue, as I assess my options. How can I get water?
Return to the lake. No good. I’d never make it.
Hope for rain. There’s not a cloud in the sky.
Keep looking. Yes, this is my only chance. But then, another
thought hits me, and the surge of anger that follows brings me
to me senses.
Haymitch! He could send me water! Press a button and
have it delivered to me in a silver parachute in minutes. I
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