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in the leaves. When I fully awaken, I’m momentarily comforted.
I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream, but
it quickly slips away, leaving me sadder and lonelier than ever.
Heaviness infuses my whole body, as if there’s liquid lead in
my veins. I’ve lost the will to do the simplest tasks, to do anything
but lie here, staring unblinkingly through the canopy of
leaves. For several hours, I remain motionless. As usual, it’s
the thought of Prim’s anxious face as she watches me on the
screens back home that breaks me from my lethargy.
I give myself a series of simple commands to follow, like
“Now you have to sit up, Katniss. Now you have to drink water,
Katniss.” I act on the orders with slow, robotic motions.
“Now you have to sort the packs, Katniss.”
Rue’s pack holds my sleeping bag, her nearly empty water
skin, a handful of nuts and roots, a bit of rabbit, her extra
socks, and her slingshot. The boy from District 1 has several
knives, two spare spearheads, a flashlight, a small leather
pouch, a first-aid kit, a full bottle of water, and a pack of dried
fruit. A pack of dried fruit! Out of all he might have chosen
from. To me, this is a sign of extreme arrogance. Why bother
to carry food when you have such a bounty back at camp?
When you will kill your enemies so quickly you’ll be home before
you’re hungry? I can only hope the other Careers traveled
so lightly when it came to food and now find themselves with
nothing.
Speaking of which, my own supply is running low. I finish
off the loaf from District 11 and the last of the rabbit. How
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