As night started to fall, Katniss finally admitted defeat. She couldn't hold out any longer. Her bladder was about to explode and her stomach was screaming.
Katniss cried out as she stood up, her muscles cramped after being in one position for hours. Slinging her bow on to her shoulder, Katniss braced herself and stepped outside.
Within seconds, she was soaked. Her hair was plastered to her shoulders, her breasts and nipples painfully erect.
Cupping her breasts, Katniss ran over to the nearest tree and squatted down behind it. She let out an involuntary moan as she finally emptied her swollen bladder. When she was done, she stood up and headed deeper into the jungle.
The canopy gave her some protection from the storm, but the hail still found a way to pound down on her bare, frozen skin.
Katniss didn't know how long she walked around the forest, but when morning came she was back at her cave, on the edge of pneumonia and stomach still as empty as it had been when she left.
Katniss curled into a tight ball, sobbing quietly to herself. She couldn't believe how long it had taken her to realise that even if she found something to cook, she would be unable to do so as any fuel for a fire would be unusable.
Katniss was so exhausted from her nighttime wanderings, she soon fell asleep...
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When she woke up, the storm had broken and birds were singing. The Games were resuming and she had to move now.
Picking up her meagre cache of supplies, Katniss headed back out into the jungle, shivering violently, her bare feet feeling like two blocks of ice, cradling her tender breasts and so, _so _hungry.
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