Foxface
There's practically nothing left.
I'm almost gone. I'm so thin, the gnawing in my stomach growing unbearable. I've had nothing to eat for a while now. Since that stupid Fire Girl blew up the supplies.
I surely could've lived off of that food supply. I did find some things though, left over, that the Careers didn't. A pot, some other metal bowls. But there was nothing to put in them.
So when I saw Peeta picking berries, and putting them by the cheese that they received, I was desperate. I figured that if Peeta thought they were safe, they would be. So I took some cheese off the small ball of it, and let it melt in my mouth.
Then I lifted the dark berries. They looked delicious.
So now, they're an inch away from my mouth. I pop one in. The tartness coats my mouth in a bittersweet explosion.
Then my vision goes funny. I crumple to my knees and eventually the ground. I can't hear. The world spins.
Those berries weren't edible.
Now there really is nothing left