Disclaimer : Well, I’d be stinking rich if I had actually written the books but I’m not, so I didn’t.
Percy’s POV
Well.
Today might be some sort of improvement.
Firstly, I’ve collected the berries that I found earlier and kept them safe in a pouch that I made from a rabid wolf’s skin. Well, after I killed it, of course. Good thing it was alone.
Oh, and the best improvement? My leg’s not swelling anymore! Yippee!!
But I still walk with a limp. Oh, well. At least I don’t have to worry about getting my leg amputated. Good thing I found Rue’s leaves. You know, the one that she used on my tracker jacker sting. And I’ve used it to disinfect my leg ever since.
And it’s sunny and a little bit warm today. So, lots of water for us since the ice and snow is melting.
There’s pretty much nothing for me to do. There’s no animal so no hunting. And I can’t go and hunt other tributes because I can barely run.
So, the only thing I can do is walk, walk and walk…
Suddenly, there’s this sound like someone roaring.
Or better, Cato roaring. Howling more like.
Oh, shit.
Wait..
Is that smoke?
Well, someone’s started a fire and forgot to tend to it.
Hmm…
Better go and poke around a bit to see who started that fire. And also to know who I’m running from.
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I’m perched on a low, big tree at the edge of the winter hemisphere.
Really, what can be more stupid than sneaking around where the Careers camp is based?
But I just have to find out.
And now, I’m seeing the Careers flocking to their ruined campsite. Maybe from tribute-hunting and Cato, from what I am seeing, is seething with rage. There’s the boy from 10, Timmy. I suppose he was supposed to guard the campsite while the Careers went on tribute-hunting.
Oh.
Cato lost it.
And he just killed Timmy. By breaking his neck. Well, at least he didn’t suffer like Katie or the other tributes Cato got his hands on.
I think it’s time for me go back into hiding before they find me. No, before Cato finds me. Oh, but wait. I just have to know what they’re going to do now.
Because I just notice them taking out some sort of glasses and putting it on. Dusk is falling now. And it suddenly occurred to me that the glasses must be some sort of night-vision thingy. Oh, this is bad. I’m getting out of here.
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Where the hell are Katniss and Rue?
Okay, mostly Rue. I want to know that at least she is safe from harm. Because if the Careers are going on a tribute-hunting tonight, no one is safe.
I belted myself in a tree far, far away from the Cornucopia. Actually, I’m in the first tree I climbed after I got wounded. The tree where Rue and I had decided to become allies.
Oh, Rue. You better be safe or I’ll strangle you.
That night, I drifted off into an uneasy sleep, filled with fire and blades and shouts of pain. That’s not all, I kept dreaming I stumbled on Katniss and Rue’s dead bodies, their belly cut open, intestines were pulled out and Cato, eating their guts.
