Rye woke to torrents of water pelting from the sky. The river, mighty and roiling before, now threatened to wash him from his hiding place.<br/><br/>"I can't be any wetter than I am." he thought, as he gathered his ruck sack and gear. The lightening stabbed the landscape around and Rye realized that blazing red was not a natural color. " Generated by the Game makers." he muttered , running for the shelter of the spider's cave. At least this time, he knew what to expect, what spaces in the cave to avoid and where that damn camera was.  Slipping behind the falls, the first thing Rye did was smash the camera and then cautiously make his way to a secure wall where no unseen visitors, human or mutt could sneak up on him. He couldn't make a fire right now but he could  think.<br/><br/>This game couldn't just keep on dragging along. He wasn't sure how many were left but he knew he was the only one on his side, which was for the best. Should he take the fight to them or just let them figure out where he was. Rye knew he would fight with his last drop of strength before he was killed. He definitely wouldn't go quietly into the night, as the poet had said. Rye wished he had loved a girl before he had died. Dyson had loved a girl and it had killed him. But then Rye realized, it wasn't love that had killed him but the contempt with which the Capitol held the people of the Districts.  He thought of Z with that stupid orange face and ridiculous fluffy white hair. Rye had to admit that she had a shining spirit inside that slight body and a good heart. Shaking his head, Rye thought of the losses in the Games. A surge of anger swept over him. He felt helpless, powerless and frustrated.<br/><br/>Rye wiped the moisture from his eyes. He thought of Eden, a really smart and sensitive guy. Eden was someone he could have been friends with back home. A guy that few would have thought worth a second glance, a little too shy, a little too kind but Rye knew his fallen ally had a stainless steel core. He wished, foolishly, he knew, he wished that Eden were here with him, Maybe they would have had time to figure out a way to carry the fight to the Cornucopia.<br/><br/>Rye thought of the training he had had back at the Capitol. He had spent a lot of time with the Chemist,learning how to create deadly explosions. Leaning back against the rock wall, he drowsed off, going through a checklist of items needed to make an incendiary device.<br/>Suddenly, he sat up, Those supplies he grabbed from the Cornucopia! He hadn't been paying much attention to the small containers. Frantically, he pulled that pack out and looked inside.<br/><br/><br/>One jar with fine powdered iron oxide, one can of fine powder aluminium, a vial with a magnesium strip .He knew the most effective formula is 25% aluminium and 75% iron oxide. For every gram of aluminium (400 mesh) you need 3 grams of iron oxide (rust), and the final quantity of the mix is entirely at your discretion but Rye also knew that eyeballing it in a dark cave was risky. Inside the pack was a can of Pepsi and a cigarette lighter.<br/><br/>Rye nodded. Maybe those lessons would pay off.