Maele had seen plenty of death in the last few hours, had even killed someone herself, but nothing could have prepared her for what Matt did. Unable to stop herself, she crawled to the edge of their clearing and retched into the bushes, the little food she had eaten coming right back up. She felt wetness on her face, and realised she was crying. The tribute had been unarmed; frenzied yes, but not dangerous. 'I'm never getting out of this.' Maele said to herself. 'As soon as the other tributes are gone; I'm dead.' 
She knew at that moment that she would have to leave; not now, but when numbers started to dwindle. Her only chance was to get away, hide herself, and hope to survive.