Sorry Excuses For Hunters And

District 12. Where You Can Starve To Death In Safety," I Mutter. Then I Glance Quickly Over My Shoulder. Even Here, In The Middle Of Nowhere, You Worry Someone Might Overhear You.

Just Because People Starve In A Book, Doesn't Mean That We Will Starve In The Future.

Highly Unlikely But Not Impossible.

The Raw Hunk Of Meat That Used To Be My Enemy Makes A Sound, And I Know Where The Mouth Is. And I Think The Word He's Trying To Say Is 'please'. Pity, Not Vengeance Sends My Arrow Flying Into His Skull.

Doors Are For Those Who Lack Enemies.