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doing? Despite my anger, hatred, and suspicions, a small voice
in the back of my head whispers an answer.
Maybe he’s sending you a message, it says. A message. Saying
what? Then I know. There’s only one good reason Haymitch
could be withholding water from me. Because he knows
I’ve almost found it.
I grit my teeth and pull myself to my feet. My backpack
seems to have tripled in weight. I find a broken branch that
will do for a walking stick and I start off. The sun’s beating
down, even more searing than the first two days. I feel like an
old piece of leather, drying and cracking in the heat. every
step is an effort, but I refuse to stop. I refuse to sit down. If I
sit, there’s a good chance I won’t be able to get up again, that I
won’t even remember my task.
What easy prey I am! Any tribute, even tiny Rue, could take
me right now, merely shove me over and kill me with my own
knife, and I’d have little strength to resist. But if anyone is in
my part of the woods, they ignore me. The truth is, I feel a million
miles from another living soul.
Not alone though. No, they’ve surely got a camera tracking
me now. I think back to the years of watching tributes starve,
freeze, bleed, and dehydrate to death. Unless there’s a really
good fight going on somewhere, I’m being featured.
My thoughts turn to Prim. It’s likely she won’t be watching
me live, but they’ll show updates at the school during lunch.
For her sake, I try to look as least desperate as I can.
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