Голодные игры
Chapter 17
Whereismylittleally?Didshemakeitbacktotherendezvouspoint?Issheworriedaboutme?Atleast,theskyhasshownwe’rebothalive.
Irunthroughthesurvivingtributesonmyfingers.Theboyfrom1,bothfrom2,Foxface,bothfrom11and12.Justeightofus.ThebettingmustbegettingreallyhotintheCapitol.They’llbedoingspecialfeaturesoneachofusnow.Probablyinterviewingourfriendsandfamilies.It’sbeenalongtimesinceatributefromDistrict12madeitintothetopeight.Andnowtherearetwoofus.AlthoughfromwhatCatosaid,Peeta’sonhiswayout.NotthatCatoisthefinalwordonanything.Didn’thejustlosehisentirestashofsupplies?
LettheSeventy-fourthHungerGamesbegin,Cato,Ithink.Letthembeginforreal.
Acoldbreezehassprungup.IreachformysleepingbagbeforeIrememberIleftitwithRue.Iwassupposedtopickupanotherone,butwhatwiththeminesandall,Iforgot.Ibegintoshiver.Sinceroostingovernightinatreeisn’tsensibleanyway,Iscoopoutahollowunderthebushesandcovermyselfwithleavesandpineneedles.I’mstillfreezing.Ilaymysheetofplasticovermyupperbodyandpositionmybackpacktoblockthewind.It’salittlebetter.IbegintohavemoresympathyforthegirlfromDistrict8thatlitthefirethatfirstnight.Butnowit’smewhoneedstogritmyteethandtoughitoutuntilmorning.Moreleaves,morepineneedles.Ipullmyarmsinsidemyjacketandtuckmykneesuptomychest.Somehow,Idriftofftosleep.
