Darkness is still around me, wondering if there is even a path to light. I hear some sniffling noises around which causes me to draw out my trident, suspecting that there's another tribute around me. My suspicion is soon responded with a random "AHHHHHHHHHHH" scream from not too far away along with some growls, that seem like dogs. Oh dear...
Immediately after a canon boomed and showed the tributes face in the sky my jaw dropped to the ground. That scream, that cry of pain was Thresh, the one who saved my from the bloody screams of Clove's attempted torture. It not only made me upset, but his death is awfully gut-wrenching. I seriously feel sick. Sick of disgust and more importantly, sick of being scared to death, literally. I continue walking for a little while longer, being careful to avoid any loud noise including my foot hitting the ground and stepping on thick branches and forest soil beneath me.
A few minutes later, the sniffling noise returned followed by a growl. This is not good. Some capitol designed mutt is going to maul me to death. Right at that very moment, a dog like creature bolted out from its hiding place bearing its sharp teeth at me trying to attack my face. I stabbed it in the stomach and bolted straight towards the Cornucopia as my life depended on it. Well my life literally does depend on it unless I want to be eaten alive. As I was nearing the big metal horn, I hear that same dog again along with other screeches and howls. Great. A wolf pack. A four on 1 advantage. I know that they make mutts and muttations like this so that they can draw the tributes together to fight, but this is really unfair. I mean what does the capitol find more entertaining me getting mauled by mutts, or me fighting off the remaining tributes.
My legs have literally been moving my body so quickly that I didn't have time to think before I almost ran into the Cornucopia. Knowing what was behind me, I take a huge leap of faith onto the top metal edge of the Cornucopia. My upper body has successfully made it there, but it is a challenge to swing my legs over since one dog is aggressively biting at my leg which makes me yelp in pain. I finally am able to stand up and relax my muscles as my heart keeps pounding from me being out of breath. This didn't lase for long as I was suddenly slammed on the Cornucopia metal by a figure. I quickly get up and see blood scars all over their face and over their spiked blonde hair. It didn't take me long to identify this figure. Cato.
He looks scarier than he did when he snapped Ian's neck. And now that he's swinging his sword at me, any hit could cost me my life at this point. I am able to swiftly dodge every move Cato is making. It's hard to predict his next move because his reflexes are so fast I mentally just can't. But somehow I do. As I expected, Cato has me pinned down at the very edge where I can physically sense how close the mutts are to my face. And, Cato is choking me to death. I swear, I feel like my face is turning blue as Cato's rather burly figure is suddenly yanked off of me. It takes a minute for me to catch my breath since well...I nearly lost all of my breath. I get up to see Cato and Cody wrestling and tackling each other. I am quite impressed to see Cody flip and slam Cato to the ground. Cody is big and rather buff, but not to the extent as Cato's size. As I see what Cato's attempting to do, I hold my trident in a throwing stance. He has Cody in a chokehold and the two boys are nearing the edge, close to the pack of dogs. Out of surprise, Cato starts to speak.
"Go on, throw that trident. And we both go down, and you win. Go on. I'm dead anyway! I always was, right? I didn't know that until now. Isn't that what they want, huh? No! I can still do this. I can still do this. One more kill. It's the only thing I know how to do. Bring pride to my district. Not that it matters".
That was truly a mouthful of information to process, especially in a life or death matter like this. Truly, I don't care whether Cody lives or not at this point. He betrayed me twice and lied. What a coward. Without thought I threw my trident so it pierced part of Cato's abdomen and cut Cody's leg severely. The force of the trident though was powerful enough to push both of the boys over the edge falling into the pack of mutts that didn't waste anytime, eating them like a meal. The screams and cries of pain indicated this. The horrible part here is that I just have to stand there while the dogs finish them off. I decide to to dram out one of my knifes and throw it at Cato's chest, and one at Cody's head to take them out of their misery. My heart really aches for Cato. I never expected that a confident, District 2 career would rather die at the end of the day, then just have to kill me and Cody for the Capitol's entertainment. And yes, I do feel bad that Cody had to reach a barbaric end like this, but I will never forgive him for the lack of truth his character portrayed. I look down to see two teenage boys bodies reduced to a skeletal frame, which two loud cannons boom, confirming their deaths.
The mutts disappear miraculously. The sunlight appears again. The Cornucopia is gleaming like it always does in the morning. The words that take me a minute to register but are enough to make every limb in my body shudder in awe boom throughout the now uneventful still blood stained arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may we please present to you, the victor of the 72nd Annual Hunger Games. Carla Cortez of District 4!".
Or in my words the Last Lone Survivor. I didn't actually think it would be me. When you put your mind to something and don't doubt yourself, maybe you'll be surprised at the results. I hear and see the presence of a hovercraft looming over, steadily landing on the ground right near me. I see a latter come down and take that as a cue to climb up the later into the hovercraft. I am greeted by a couple peacekeepers and a few doctors that immediately seep a needle into my skin. My body soon slumps to the ground as I blackout into a cloud of darkness.