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You curl up on the damp, hard ground, and try to block out the fear and cold. Finally you start drift off, but wake suddently at a snuffling sound. You lie awake, paralyzed with anticipation. A growling sound soon comes and you don't know what to do. A pack of wolves leap around you and tear you apart.

 

You are dead.

The Hunger Games 

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