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Chapter 7
Giant trees reach up towards a twilight sky. I can only see so far, due to the light of the sun disappearing for the night. In the direction of where we came, I see the clearing and the cornucopia. I turn towards the direction of the river. There is a body of murky water a few miles away from here. It winds its way through the arena like a snake, searching for prey. From what I can tell, there are no more tributes close to us.
I shimmy my way down the tree, now comforted by the fact that I know our placement in the arena and what waits for us in the remainder of our journey. My feet rest safely on the ground. I dust my blistered hands over my pants, small pieces of bark and dirt fly from my palms.
"And what exactly was the point of that?" a peeved Cato asks. He has his back pressed against the tree, looking as casual as ever. I take my bow off of my back and notch an arrow.
"Just wanted to see where we are and where we're headed." I say casually. He pushes off of the tree and stalks over. Dry leaves waver and crumble beneath his feet. I brush past him, knocking him in the shoulder slightly, and take the lead. Cato reluctantly follows.
"Tree." I say as I cross my arms and tilt up my chin.
"I can't climb. We will be fine if we sleep on the ground." Cato argues. We have been at this for a few mintes now. We have reached the river and now have to decide where we will sleep. I keep trying to tell him that sleeping on the ground is a horrible idea, but he wont listen.
"Are you deaf or just stupid? If you are gonna sleep on the ground you might as well put up a welcome sign for Marvel and Clove. Better yet, why not just give them the knife to kill you with." I snap back at him.
"Can you get your panties out of a wad long enough to listen." his tone isn't threatening, but I decide it would be a good idea to keep my mouth shut anyway. "Marvel and Clove wont come after me. They don't have the guts to and knowing them they will want to save us for the grand finale." What he says does make sense, but I don't think I could ever be comfortable with sleeping out in the open. No protection what so ever.
"Fine, but I'm still sleeping in a tree." He rolls his eyes and scoffs at my stubbornness. "Well, you better get used to it, because I'm not one for compromise." I think snidely to myself.
