So far...Ruffnut had rather enjoyed the rats on this ship.

They'd proven useful weapons and distractions as every so often she would catch one and throw it at another tribute before running away. And now one had led her to a room with food!

Unfortunately the room was swarming with more rats so she snagged a jar of something warm and yellow marked "Nacho Sauce" and tried to run with it.

As it so happened, the Rats were rather fond of that particular sauce and chased Ruffnut down two halls and up a flight of stairs before she tried to jump across a gap in the floor and wound up hanging from a light fixture.

The rats swarmed under her, climbing ontop of one another to overcome the gap and become a mountain of swarming, writhing teeth and claws and wet fur. Swallowing hard Ruffnut inched a little further up the light fixture and clutched the sauce stubbornly with one hand. She brought the jar to her mouth and began to gnaw on the lid in an effort to open it.

If she was gonna die, she was at least gonna die knowing what Nacho tasted like.