[Peeta stops and yells out a warning, because he knows what lies in that direction. But then, what was she running from?
Oh.
He's trying to breathe and think at the same time, and it's harder than it sounds under the circumstances. There's a boarded-up window a couple of feet away, and Peeta wrestles one of the half-rotten pieces of wood free from it, holding it like a weapon.]
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[Peeta stops and yells out a warning, because he knows what lies in that direction. But then, what was she running from?
Oh.
He's trying to breathe and think at the same time, and it's harder than it sounds under the circumstances. There's a boarded-up window a couple of feet away, and Peeta wrestles one of the half-rotten pieces of wood free from it, holding it like a weapon.]