Голодные игры
Chapter 13
I’mbarelyonmyfeetbeforethethirdballhitsthegroundwhereIwaslying,sendingapillaroffireupbehindme.TimelosesmeaningnowasIfranticallytrytododgetheattacks.Ican’tseewherethey’rebeinglaunchedfrom,butit’snotahovercraft.Theanglesarenotextremeenough.Probablythiswholesegmentofthewoodshasbeenarmedwithprecisionlaunchersthatareconcealedintreesorrocks.Somewhere,inacoolandspotlessroom,aGamemakersitsatasetofcontrols,fingersonthetriggersthatcouldendmylifeinasecond.Allthatisneededisadirecthit.
WhatevervagueplanIhadconceivedregardingreturningtomypondiswipedfrommymindasIzigzaganddiveandleaptoavoidthefireballs.Eachoneisonlythesizeofanapple,butpackstremendouspoweroncontact.EverysenseIhavegoesintooverdriveastheneedtosurvivetakesover.There’snotimetojudgeifamoveisthecorrectone.Whenthere’sahiss,Iactordie.
Somethingkeepsmemovingforward,though.AlifetimeofwatchingtheHungerGamesletsmeknowthatcertainareasofthearenaareriggedforcertainattacks.AndthatifIcanjustgetawayfromthissection,Imightbeabletomoveoutofreachofthelaunchers.Imightalsothenfallstraightintoapitofvipers,butIcan’tworryaboutthatnow.
HowlongIscramblealongdodgingthefireballsIcan’tsay,buttheattacksfinallybegintoabate.Whichisgood,becauseI’mretchingagain.Thistimeit’sanacidicsubstancethatscaldsmythroatandmakesitswayintomynoseaswell.
