As it happens, Alex is right about one thing: other Tributes have passed up this building as a place to check for supplies. By this point, Bucky has already done some scouring for supplies, and now he's looking for a place to camp out for the night.
When he hears the nearby clanking, stomping, whirring noises, he assumes at first that it's some kind of machine monster sent by the Gamemakers. He doesn't yet know whether he has the equipment to fight something like that--the closest thing he has to a weapon right now is a flashlight. So he hides deep within an overgrown corner, obscured by vines and weeds and a few pieces of crumbling furniture.
He's only certain that Alex is another Tribute when he falls through the floor. The Gamemakers' own creations wouldn't sabotage themselves like that.
He slowly, cautiously emerges from the corner, brushing leaves and grime off himself, and picks his way carefully across the room to the hole in the floor. "That was some bad luck for you."
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When he hears the nearby clanking, stomping, whirring noises, he assumes at first that it's some kind of machine monster sent by the Gamemakers. He doesn't yet know whether he has the equipment to fight something like that--the closest thing he has to a weapon right now is a flashlight. So he hides deep within an overgrown corner, obscured by vines and weeds and a few pieces of crumbling furniture.
He's only certain that Alex is another Tribute when he falls through the floor. The Gamemakers' own creations wouldn't sabotage themselves like that.
He slowly, cautiously emerges from the corner, brushing leaves and grime off himself, and picks his way carefully across the room to the hole in the floor. "That was some bad luck for you."