I try to scream his name, but the word doesn't leave my lips. I sit there, in shock, looking at his body. Cato smirks and moves on to his next victim. I sit there until I can't stand it any longer. Then I take flight from the spot. I run and run, not ceasing until I can't go anymore. Then I break down and sob. Tears stream down my face and my cries echo across the valley. Eventually, I calm down, knowing that if I keep this up I'll get found. I'm so dehydrated anyway, I couldn't shed another tear.

I look through my packs and find rope, some dried food, about a pint of water, a jet black blanket, water purifier, a small pocket knife, two apples, and a pair of what seems to be sunglasses. I drink a little of my precious water and slump against a tree. I bury my head in my arms. I knew that something like this would happen, but not this soon! If only I hadn't gone for the food pack Ithink, then this wouldn't have happened. Inigo died protecting me because I made a stupid mistake. It is my fault he's dead.

I realize that in the past week I have grown to love this boy and the thought of him being gone is too much to bear. The fight at the Cornucopia doesn't seem real. Some part of me feels like Inigo is going to just walk right around the corner, give me a smile, and work on strategies with me. But he's gone. I will never see his winning smile again, nor hear his laugh, or witness his eye sparkling. I suddenly feel a rush of pure hatred to his killer. I want to attack Cato, I want to kill him. Now, not only am I going to win for my family; I'm going to win for Inigo. And nothing is going to stop me.