Голодные игры

           Howwilyisshetohavediscoveredthispathintothefoodandtobeabletoreplicateitsoneatly?Shefillsherpack,takingafewitemsfromavarietyofcontainers,crackersfromacrate,ahandfulofapplesfromaburlapsackthathangssuspendedfromaropeoffthesideofabin.Butonlyahandfulfromeach,notenoughtotipoffthatthefoodismissing.Notenoughtocausesuspicion.Andthenshe’sdoingheroddlittledancebackoutofthecircleandscamperingintothewoodsagain,safeandsound.

           IrealizeI’mgrindingmyteethinfrustration.FoxfacehasconfirmedwhatI’dalreadyguessed.Butwhatsortoftraphavetheylaidthatrequiressuchdexterity?Hassomanytriggerpoints?Whydidshesquealsoasherhandsmadecontactwiththeearth?You’dhavethought.andslowlyitbeginstodawnonme.you’dhavethoughttheverygroundwasgoingtoexplode.

           "It’smined,"Iwhisper.Thatexplainseverything.TheCareers’willingnesstoleavetheirsupplies,Foxface’sreaction,theinvolvementoftheboyfromDistrict3,wheretheyhavethefactories,wheretheymaketelevisionsandautomobilesandexplosives.Butwheredidhegetthem?Inthesupplies?That’snotthesortofweapontheGamemakersusuallyprovide,giventhattheyliketoseethetributesdrawbloodpersonally.Islipoutofthebushesandcrosstooneoftheroundmetalplatesthatliftedthetributesintothearena.Thegroundaroundithasbeendugupandpattedbackdown.