The 57th Hunger Games pt 16I had mixed memories of that night. Some were of sitting by a fire in a cave, another was of someone putting a jacket on my and wrapping me in the sleeping bag. Someone usually was touching my face, my arms, maybe trying to get me to talk. I couldn't remember.More Like This
When I gained full regularity of my conscience, the fire was extinguished and I was waking up because sunlight from a stray beam from a hole in the cave roof had fallen on my eyes. My eyes widened instantly once I didn't know where I was because someone's arm was thrown across me as they slept beside me, except they were outside the sleeping bag. The, as I inhaled to throw my attacker off, I got a whiff of home.
I scrambled up, and he was crouching at the opposite side of the cave almost as soon as he woke, already uncoiling a length of chain I hadn't noticed before. Then he grinned at me lazily and flicked some invisible dirt off the spearhead attached to one end of chain. I had already drawn one of my middle-sized d