the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第20部分 (第2/7頁)

st　waiting　to　be　snared。

The　ground　slopes　down。　I　donˇt　particularly　like　this。　Valleys　make　me　feel　trapped。　I　want　to　be　high；　like　in　the　hills　around　District　12；　where　I　can　see　my　enemies　approaching。　But　I　have　no　choice　but　to　keep　going。

Funny　though；　I　donˇt　feel　too　bad。　The　days　of　gorging　myself　have　paid　off。　Iˇve　got　staying　power　even　though　Iˇm　short　on　sleep。　Being　in　the　woods　is　rejuvenating。　Iˇm　glad　for　the　solitude；　even　though　itˇs　an　illusion；　because　Iˇm　probably　on…screen　right　now。　Not　consistently　but　off　and　on。　There　are　so　many　deaths　to　show　the　first　day　that　a　tribute　trekking　through　the　woods　isnˇt　much　to　look　at。　But　theyˇll　show　me　enough　to　let　people　know　Iˇm　alive；　uninjured　and　on　the　move。　One　of　the　heaviest　days　of　betting　is　the　opening；　when　the　initial　casualties　e　in。　But　that　canˇt　pare　to　what　happens　as　the　field　shrinks　to　a　handful　of　players。

Itˇs　late　afternoon　when　I　begin　to　hear　the　cannons。　Each　shot　represents　a　dead　tribute。　The　fighting　must　have　finally　stopped　at　the　Cornucopia。　They　never　collect　the　bloodbath　bodies　until　the　killers　have　dispersed。　On　the　opening　day；　they　donˇt　even　fire　the　cannons　until　the　initial　fightingˇs　over　because　itˇs　too　hard　to　keep　track　of　the　fatalities。　I　allow　myself　to　pause；　panting；　as　I　count　the　shots。　One　。　。　。　two　。　。　。　three　。　。　。　on　and　on　until　they　reach　eleven。　Eleven　dead　in　all。　Thirteen　left　to　play。　My　fingernails　scrape　at　the　dried　blood　the　boy　from　District　9　coughed　into　my　face。　Heˇs　gone；　certainly。　I　wonder　about　Peeta。　Has　he　lasted　through　the　day？　Iˇll　know　in　a　few　hours。　When　they　project　the　deadˇs　images　into　the　sky　for　the　rest　of　us　to　see。

All　of　a　sudden；　Iˇm　overwhelmed　by　the　thought　that　Peeta　may　b