Primates. The memory of the morphling dying in his arms sweeps over Peeta like a wave, and he feels his stomach turn. His grip on the machete handle is suddenly slick, and he stops to wipe his palm down the leg of his suit.
"Daine," he says in a low voice. "Daine, we need to go."
He replays the past few hours in his mind, trying to guess how close they are to the hour. Even as he calculates, he spots movement in the trees. The first monkeys appear slowly, but Peeta doesn't relax. He and Daine might have arrived after the hour has already passed, but he has the feeling they're just in time for it.
Edging closer to Daine - ready to grab her and pull her to the beach if necessary - and with one eye on the approaching monkeys, Peeta whispers. "Daine, I almost died here. These monkeys almost killed me. They did kill someone else. We need to get away from here."
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"Daine," he says in a low voice. "Daine, we need to go."
He replays the past few hours in his mind, trying to guess how close they are to the hour. Even as he calculates, he spots movement in the trees. The first monkeys appear slowly, but Peeta doesn't relax. He and Daine might have arrived after the hour has already passed, but he has the feeling they're just in time for it.
Edging closer to Daine - ready to grab her and pull her to the beach if necessary - and with one eye on the approaching monkeys, Peeta whispers. "Daine, I almost died here. These monkeys almost killed me. They did kill someone else. We need to get away from here."