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Chapter 11
There's a warmth from the campfire and I smelled grilled beef. There's a big arm hug my body. I'm laying on Cato's lap, I see his tired face on firelight. He'd save me.
"Cato…" I'm trying to wake up, but my head feels like it's tied on ten tons weighted stone, so heavy.
"Stay down, Clove." Cato helps me drink, fed me some grilled beef and some slices of pear, then he rubs my forehead gently.
"You have to sleep, Cato."
He laughs, "And you will stay on guard while you can't even lift your head up?
Once again, he's underestimated me. I don't like it, but in fact I can't even speak louder to take his words back.
"Just sleep. I'll stay on guard."
"Where are my knives?"
"I take them off. You look so scary bringing them anywhere." Cato rubs my head again, tidying my hair and kiss my forehead. His lips are cold as ice.
"You're freezing." I grip Cato's freezing fingers. He'd took his jacket off and covering me under it. I can hear his teeth are rattling.
He lifts his hand to say that he's okay. But I can see his body shaking. He lied.
"Look what I found in Thresh' bag!" he took out a silver cloak and wear it. It's too big for him, maybe it designed for Thresh.
"What's that?"
Cato shakes his head, "I don't know. But if Thresh needs it, maybe we do too."
Technically, that was me who stay on guard that night because Cato slept an hour later. The sound of crickets and night breeze lull him to sleep. My eyes are closed, but my mind is clearly awake. I heard a rustling sound belongs to a little black bird with white speckles on its wings. I whistled to it, and it was copying half of my whistle. That's a Mockingjay.
The night getting darker and it's become scarier than before. I count the remaining tributes, Cato and I, the fox face girl from 5, and then Katniss and Peeta. It's been a long time since District 12 tributes make it to top five. I can't underestimated them anymore, whoever make it to the top five must be the strongest or in some conditions, has great amount of luck.
I was disturbed by a rustling sound in a berry bushes in my right. I saw a pair of green eyes blinking, Glimmer's green eyes. I'm shuddering, Glimmer is dead, so who's that?
"Pssttt… Cato!" I hissed as quiet as possible and shaking his thumb. I don't want to startle that strange creature. The Gamemakers should have sent them to make the game more interesting.
"What's going on?" Cato hissed as quiet as I was. My eyes glanced at those green eyes, which are now more and more eyes behind it with some different color. Cato trying to reach our sword and my knives, and help me to sit. Those creatures start moving, realizing that their victims are going to run away.
Cato slipped his sword slowly on his waist while I'm doing my weapons. He then stands up very slowly and carried me on his back. We'd take our first step when those creature stretched their claws.
They are chasing us. Cato runs as fast as he can with me who trying so hard not falling from his back. There are much creatures coming, I can see their sharp teeth coming out from their snout and drools falling from it. Maybe there are fifteen of them, even more. Their fur shape and their eyes colors are different. Each of them wears a necklace with a number on it, and I realized it represent one dead tribute. I'm sick in a sudden thinking of Capitol's doctor taken the dead tribute's eyes and put it on that mutant wolf and ask them to chase us.
We ran up to the Cornucopia when Cato fell and I thrown about ten feet away. I'm trying to stand up, but that place starts to spin. Cato runs and put himself on top of me, protecting his head with his arms. I can hear some metals are clinking. They are scratching Cato's back, but he seems okay, there's no pain on his face. It was like he didn't feel anything.
The sun rises and those mutt have gone, without anything left like they never been here before. We sit and look around, and I realize that they were lead us to Cornucopia.