And Amy hesitates, for a long, crucial moment. Long enough to see the other Tributes dart for it, to see one, two explosions of violence at the Cornucopia. And she decides that, really, her 'mentor' is right and she doesn't want any part of this.
She steps off her pedestal, her heart racing. She feels weak, like some strength has been drained out of her, and it's cold, and she's really this close to panicking --
There, though --
There's something floating down the stream, ahead of the rest, and it doesn't look like anyone's going for it, and so she takes off running. Better to have something than nothing, right? Every moment she cringes, anticipating a knife in her back or a shout.
She plunges into the stream, and the breath is shocked out of her by the utter cold. Runoff from snow, her brain helpfully provides, by way of explanation, and she sloshes through, snags the drifting bundle, and runs for the steepest slopes she can see.
[ Welcome to interrupt her, but no killing (this time)! ]
Amy
She steps off her pedestal, her heart racing. She feels weak, like some strength has been drained out of her, and it's cold, and she's really this close to panicking --
There, though --
There's something floating down the stream, ahead of the rest, and it doesn't look like anyone's going for it, and so she takes off running. Better to have something than nothing, right? Every moment she cringes, anticipating a knife in her back or a shout.
She plunges into the stream, and the breath is shocked out of her by the utter cold. Runoff from snow, her brain helpfully provides, by way of explanation, and she sloshes through, snags the drifting bundle, and runs for the steepest slopes she can see.
[ Welcome to interrupt her, but no killing (this time)! ]