Well now, any other man would take the smirk and carry on their merry way into whatever death the Gamemakers had in store for them. James is not any other man, though in retrospect, he should have been.

"You're creeping me out," without even the old table leg, now stuck somewhere in Kieren's throat last he checked, all he had were rocks and any sharp-edged tree branch he could find. By all accounts, he was surviving on scraps and sheer luck. "Get away from me..."

At least he's trying to run away this time and not go into dark tunnels where the monsters are.