A cannon fires. I'm growing to love that sound more and more, but I know what this could mean. If it's not Cato or Katniss, I will absolutely have no chance. The last time I snooped in on Katniss, she and Peeta were being the cozy couple in a cave, and Peeta was clinging to life. I can easily take him.
Then there's Thresh. I stole his knife the other day so he has nothing but his brute force. I've been practicing throwing his knife. I imagine my targets are the necks of my fellow tributes. Cato needs to be dead. He's too strong. I was hoping Katniss would come across him. Maybe they would both wind up killing each other so I don't have to. The sky turns black. The gamekeepers must be playing with the sky. I look in the sky and I see…Thresh.
I don't know what to think. I hope it was Cato who killed him. Katniss wouldn't dare hunt Thresh unless… Peeta was well enough to come with her.
Tears are falling down my face. I can only think of my chances. It's me against Cato, Katniss and Peeta. A fully recovered Peeta.
I need to check their cave. If Peeta is still sick, and Katniss just killed Thresh, then she probably is under attack, so maybe I can attack her to. But she may be expecting visitors.
I can't think straight. I dig myself a hole in the ground near the bushes and try to sleep but I'm shaking; I'm trembling. If I go against those three I'm not winning. I can't sleep. I pack my stuff and find myself at the nightlock tree. If I'm going to die it might as well be quick and painless. I pick some off the bush. The fact that they're in my hands makes my knees buckle. I'll keep these with me, close by me.