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I know I need to keep moving, but I’m trembling and lightheaded
now, gasping for air. I allow myself about a spoonful of
water to rinse my mouth and spit then take a few swallows
from my bottle. You get one minute, I tell myself. One minute to
rest. I take the time to reorder my supplies, wad up the sleeping
bag, and messily stuff everything into the backpack. My
minute’s up. I know it’s time to move on, but the smoke has
clouded my thoughts. The swift-footed animals that were my
compass have left me behind. I know I haven’t been in this
part of the woods before, there were no sizable rocks like the
one I’m sheltering against on my earlier travels. Where are the
Gamemakers driving me? Back to the lake? To a whole new
terrain filled with new dangers? I had just found a few hours
of peace at the pond when this attack began. Would there be
any way I could travel parallel to the fire and work my way
back there, to a source of water at least? The wall of fire must
have an end and it won’t burn indefinitely. Not because the
Gamemakers couldn’t keep it fueled but because, again, that
would invite accusations of boredom from the audience. If I
could get back behind the fire line, I could avoid meeting up
with the Careers. I’ve just decided to try and loop back
around, although it will require miles of travel away from the
inferno and then a very circuitous route back, when the first
fireball blasts into the rock about two feet from my head. I
spring out from under my ledge, energized by renewed fear.
The game has taken a twist. The fire was just to get us moving,
now the audience will get to see some real fun. When I
hear the next hiss, I flatten on the ground, not taking time to
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