Голодные игры
Chapter 3
"Theydon’talwayshavebows,"Isay,thinkingoftheyeartherewereonlyhorriblespikedmacesthatthetributeshadtobludgeononeanothertodeathwith.
"Thenmakeone,"saysGale."Evenaweakbowisbetterthannobowatall."
Ihavetriedcopyingmyfather’sbowswithpoorresults.It’snotthateasy.Evenhehadtoscraphisownworksometimes.
"Idon’tevenknowifthere’llbewood,"Isay.Anotheryear,theytossedeverybodyintoalandscapeofnothingbutbouldersandsandandscruffybushes.Iparticularlyhatedthatyear.Manycontestantswerebittenbyvenomoussnakesorwentinsanefromthirst.
"There’salmostalwayssomewood,"Galesays."Sincethatyearhalfofthemdiedofcold.Notmuchentertainmentinthat."
It’strue.WespentoneHungerGameswatchingtheplayersfreezetodeathatnight.Youcouldhardlyseethembecausetheywerejusthuddledinballsandhadnowoodforfiresortorchesoranything.Itwasconsideredveryanti-climacticintheCapitol,allthosequiet,bloodlessdeaths.Sincethen,there’susuallybeenwoodtomakefires.
"Yes,there’susuallysome,"Isay.
"Katniss,it’sjusthunting.You’rethebesthunterIknow,"saysGale.
"It’snotjusthunting.They’rearmed.Theythink,"Isay.
"Sodoyou.Andyou’vehadmorepractice.Realpractice,"hesays."Youknowhowtokill."
"Notpeople,"Isay.
"Howdifferentcanitbe,really?"saysGalegrimly.
TheawfulthingisthatifIcanforgetthey’repeople,itwillbenodifferentatall.
