When he finally breaks through the grass and nearly slams into the Cornucopia's side, at first he thinks there's another zombie there. She's pale, her hair tangled in her face despite the Escorts trying to fix her up, last minute. That plus the staggering and the humidity and it's an honest mistake to make.

It takes coming within feet of the female zombie that R realizes she's not as dead as he thought. Eponine flashes up before him, something that would've never happened if he was starving. He knows her after all.

"Ep...o..." Screw it, he doesn't have time to mangle her name right now. "Help...you!"

He groans, stumbling over his words. The wall of grass hides them from the other Tributes, but for how long? R can hear the sounds of voices, running, but he can't place what direction or how far. Desperate to make his point clear, he bends down, grabs a bag and shoves it at Eponine like a Christmas present he forgot to wrap.