Голодные игры
Chapter 20
"Allright,Iamgoing,andyoucan’tstopme!"
"Icanfollowyou.Atleastpartway.ImaynotmakeittotheCornucopia,butifI’myellingyourname,Ibetsomeonecanfindme.AndthenI’llbedeadforsure,"hesays.
"Youwon’tgetahundredyardsfromhereonthatleg,"Isay.
"ThenI’lldragmyself,"saysPeeta."YougoandI’mgoing,too."
He’sjuststubbornenoughandmaybejuststrongenoughtodoit.Comehowlingaftermeinthewoods.Evenifatributedoesn’tfindhim,somethingelsemight.Hecan’tdefendhimself.I’dprobablyhavetowallhimupinthecavejusttogomyself.Andwhoknowswhattheexertionwilldotohim?
"WhatamIsupposedtodo?Sithereandwatchyoudie?"Isay.Hemustknowthat’snotanoption.Thattheaudiencewouldhateme.Andfrankly,Iwouldhatemyself,too,ifIdidn’teventry.
"Iwon’tdie.Ipromise.Ifyoupromisenottogo,"hesays.
We’reatsomethingofastalemate.IknowIcan’targuehimoutofthisone,soIdon’ttry.Ipretend,reluctantly,togoalong."ThenyouhavetodowhatIsay.Drinkyourwater,wakemewhenItellyou,andeateverybiteofthesoupnomatterhowdisgustingitis!"Isnapathim.
"Agreed.Isitready?"heasks.
"Waithere,"Isay.Theair’sgonecoldeventhoughthesun’sstillup.I’mrightabouttheGamemakersmessingwiththetemperature.Iwonderifthethingsomeoneneedsdesperatelyisagoodblanket.Thesoupisstillniceandwarminitsironpot.Andactuallydoesn’ttastetoobad.
