Cato finishes zipping up the suit, and I stare at it jealously. I wonder why I didn't get anything? It doesn't really mater, I realize, because we don't have much competition left, and I could just use him as a shield.
I think back to the night that it was announced that two people from the same district could win together. Cato had been so happy, or had acted that way. He had given me a tight hug, which I had returned. However, I would have had no problem killing him in the middle of the night if it would have come down to it. Best not to mention that.
"Who do you think that was?" asks Cato.
"Probably either Lover Boy or District 11. Peeta was probably already half dead, and my knives might have hit something vital, or he bleed out," I say. Cato nods.
"When do we go after District 5?" asks Cato. He has started to make a fire, probably to cook something. Cato always eats more then half of the food, and I pretend not to notice. I don't want to end up like District 3.
"Whenever," I say with a shrug. CRACK! I glance over. Cato has just snapped an entire branch in his arms. I look back out towards the lake. "I only have 5 knives left," I add, more to the sponsors than to Cato. I look up into the sky, looking for a silver parachute. None appears, and after a few minutes, I look back down.
"It might not be up to us," says Cato. "The game makers might draw us together. Only 4 of us left in here." I nod.
"Do we wait to see who died today, before heading out?" I ask. In truth, I'm just feeling a little drained, and I want to let my wound heal a bit more. I look at Cato. He nods, and breaks another branch in his arms. "What are you going to make to it eat?" I ask.
"I don't know. A goose or something," he says. I see. He is doing the thing again where he plans to cook something we haven't killed yet. I get up to my feet, and stretch. "You gonna go get one?" he asks.
"Yes," I say. 20 minutes later, a goose is roasting above the fire. I sit cleaning the knife I used to kill the goose. Cato turns the goose at his discretion. A few minutes later, Cato takes the knife from my hand, and cuts the goose in half. Of course, one side is bigger and he hands me the small one.
Several hours go by. The sun has already set, and we are just waiting for the anthem and the dead. We don't say much, but that is usual. Then, the anthem starts. The face of the District 11 boy appears first, he must have been the one who died after the feast. Then the District 12 girl appears. The anthem ends. Silence.
Cato spreads out the sleeping bag. "You take first watch." he says. He gets into the bag, and says, "Tomorrow, we hunt." Then he rolls over, and is asleep.
Yes. Tomorrow we hunt. And, I have a feeling that tomorrow is the last day in the Hunger Games. One way or another.