Голодные игры

           I’mgladmyhidingplacemakesitimpossibleforthecamerastogetacloseshotofmebecauseI’mbitingmynailslikethere’snotomorrow.Gnawingoffthelastbitsofnailpolish,tryingtokeepmyteethfromchattering.

           TheboyfromDistrict3throwsstonesintotheruinsandmusthavedeclaredalltheminesactivatedbecausetheCareersareapproachingthewreckage.

           Catohasfinishedthefirstphaseofhistantrumandtakesouthisangeronthesmokingremainsbykickingopenvariouscontainers.Theothertributesarepokingaroundinthemess,lookingforanythingtosalvage,butthere’snothing.TheboyfromDistrict3hasdonehisjobtoowell.ThisideamustoccurtoCato,too,becauseheturnsontheboyandappearstobeshoutingathim.TheboyfromDistrict3onlyhastimetoturnandrunbeforeCatocatcheshiminaheadlockfrombehind.IcanseethemusclesrippleinCato’sarmsashesharplyjerkstheboy’sheadtotheside.

           It’sthatquick.ThedeathoftheboyfromDistrict3.

           TheothertwoCareersseemtobetryingtocalmCatodown.Icantellhewantstoreturntothewoods,buttheykeeppointingatthesky,whichpuzzlesmeuntilIrealize,Ofcourse.Theythinkwhoeversetofftheexplosionsisdead.

           Theydon’tknowaboutthearrowsandtheapples.Theyassumetheboobytrapwasfaulty,butthatthetributewhoblewupthesupplieswaskilleddoingit.Iftherewasacannonshot,itcouldhavebeeneasilylostinthesubsequentexplosions.Theshatteredremainsofthethiefremovedbyhovercraft.