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which might be interesting under different circumstances, but
at the moment only provides an extra obstacle.
It doesn’t take long to reach the spot where I peeled off to
go the Careers’ camp. There’s been no sign of Peeta, but this
doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been up and down this stretch three
times since the tracker jacker incident. If he were nearby,
surely I’d have had some suspicion of it. The stream begins to
curve to the left into a part of the woods that’s new to me.
Muddy banks covered in tangled water plants lead to large
rocks that increase in size until I begin to feel somewhat
trapped. It would be no small matter to escape the stream
now. Fighting off Cato or Thresh as I climbed over this rocky
terrain. In fact, I’ve just about decided I’m on the wrong track
entirely, that a wounded boy would be unable to navigate getting
to and from this water source, when I see the bloody
streak going down the curve of a boulder. It’s long dried now,
but the smeary lines running side to side suggest someone —
who perhaps was not fully in control of his mental faculties —
tried to wipe it away.
Hugging the rocks, I move slowly in the direction of the
blood, searching for him. I find a few more bloodstains, one
with a few threads of fabric glued to it, but no sign of life. I
break down and say his name in a hushed voice. “Peeta! Peeta!”
Then a mockingjay lands on a scruffy tree and begins to
mimic my tones so I stop. I give up and climb back down to the
stream thinking, He must have moved on. Somewhere farther
down.
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