Rye glanced at the crumpled parachute and he looked at Eden.<br/>"This will make a nice cover for you, man," Rye said, tossing the silk cloth over the wounded boy. "If I cover you completely, if anyone looks in here, they might think that I stashed this in here and won't realize you are under it." Without waiting for an answer, Rye covered him, blinking back tears for his one friend since Dyson had died. Shaking his head, Rye mouthed the words. "It will be a nice shroud. Something better than dying like an animal. Rest in peace, friend."<br/><br/>He arranged the cloth to that Eden could breathe by turning his head to the side but from the door, couldn't be seen.<br/><br/>A noise in the distance drew his attention and the birds stopped singing just before they started whistling what sounded like maniacal  threats. "Keee llll him, Keeee llll him." Rye left the small hiding place and took the gun, motioning to Emery.<br/><br/>"I'm tired of running," Rye said with grim determination. "Should we try to carry this to them or do we get away to map out strategy? Everytime I think I will have time to plan, that goes to hell in reality." He thought he heard Emery chuckle but shook his head. No one laughed in these circumstances.<br/><br/>The gun was feeling more at home in his hands, the stock warming under his touch.<br/>"You know, Emery, the asshole at the Capitol sent me this gun to say that I killed Z, or that her death was my fault. They know I take responsibility, they know I feel guilt but this time, " he raised his voice, not a shout but clearly audible. "You are guilty of the death of children, young men and women, the hope of your own future. Day Z's blood and the blood of Dyson Cievers and all the others drips from the eaves and awnings of your houses, People of Panem. Many of us will die in this senseless Game but none of us will be charged as guilty in the deaths. We will lie down and sleep at night knowing that we have survived. I call up the ghosts of those who have fought and died on the killing fields you have created to march through your dreams at night, feasting on your eyes!"<br/><br/>Even as he shook his fist at the cameras that he knew were around them, he was moving away from the spot. Time to narrow the playing field a little more.