In the shadow of the gleaming Capitol, sixteen-year-old Lira Mendor tightened her grip on a rusted pipe. Beside her, her little sister, Miel, coughed—a dry, hollow sound that echoed off the abandoned textile factory walls. Lira knew that cough. It was the same one that had taken their father last winter: Dustlung. The Capitol’s remedy cost a month’s wages. They had five days left.
Ren pushed Lira into a drainage pipe just as a spear pierced his back. He fell without a sound. Lira watched through the grate as the girl from District 1 pulled the spear free and smiled at the hidden camera. Fourteen left.
On Day 5, the Careers found them.
“Lira Mendor.”
She threw the rebar into the river.
On the final night, the Gamemakers announced a rule change: if two tributes remained from different districts, both could be crowned victors.
Ren had saved her from one of those mutts, stabbing it with a shard of glass as it pinned her down. Now they hid in a collapsed subway car, sharing a piece of moldy bread. los juegos del hambre peli
“I’ll enter my name extra times,” Lira whispered, not for the first time.