the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第22部分 (第2/7頁)

ghtfall；　I　walk　until　Iˇm　stumbling　over　my　own　feet。

Exhausted；　I　haul　myself　up　into　a　tree　and　belt　myself　in。　Iˇve　no　appetite；　but　I　suck　on　a　rabbit　bone　just　to　give　my　mouth　something　to　do。　Night　falls；　the　anthem　plays；　and　high　in　the　sky　I　see　the　picture　of　the　girl；　who　was　apparently　from　District　8。　The　one　Peeta　went　back　to　finish　off。

My　fear　of　the　Career　pack　is　minor　pared　to　my　burning　thirst。　Besides；　they　were　heading　away　from　me　and　by　now　they；　too；　will　have　to　rest。　With　the　scarcity　of　water；　they　may　even　have　had　to　return　to　the　lake　for　refills。

Maybe；　that　is　the　only　course　for　me　as　well。

Morning　brings　distress。　My　heads　throbs　with　every　beat　of　my　heart。　Simple　movements　send　stabs　of　pain　through　my　joints。　I　fall；　rather　than　jump　from　the　tree。　It　takes　several　minutes　for　me　to　assemble　my　gear。　Somewhere　inside　me；　I　know　this　is　wrong。　I　should　be　acting　with　more　caution；　moving　with　more　urgency。　But　my　mind　seems　foggy　and　forming　a　plan　is　hard。　I　lean　back　against　the　trunk　of　my　tree；　one　finger　gingerly　stroking　the　sandpaper　surface　of　my　tongue；　as　I　assess　my　options。　How　can　I　get　water？

Return　to　the　lake。　No　good。　Iˇd　never　make　it。

Hope　for　rain。　Thereˇs　not　a　cloud　in　the　sky。

Keep　looking。　Yes；　this　is　my　only　chance。　But　then；　another　thought　hits　me；　and　the　surge　of　anger　that　follows　brings　me　to　me　senses。

Haymitch！　He　could　send　me　water！　Press　a　button　and　have　it　delivered　to　me　in　a　silver　parachute　in　minutes。　I　know　I　must　have　sponsors；　at　least　one　or　two　who　could　afford　a　pint　of　liquid　for　me。　Yes；　itˇs　pricey；　but　these　people；　theyˇre　made　of　money。　And　theyˇll　be　betting　on　me　as　well。　Perhaps　Haymitch　doesnˇt　realize　how　deep　my　need