The 57th Hunger Games pt 16 by Zookie-The-Dragon, literature
Literature
The 57th Hunger Games pt 16
I 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.
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