Clove Chapter 53
We are out for so long and only manage to get a squirrel. We take it back to camp and it's already dark. We start a fire an cook the squirrel. There is barley enough meat for my to have a bite and Cato to have a bite. We fall asleep in each others arms, as usual. I wake up cold, again. I roll over wondering where Cato is. I stand up and walk into the woods. I freeze there was a movement, I heard it. I pull out a knife and walk a little further. I turn a small corner and... Smack!! Now I am on the ground and I can't see. Who did I run into? I manage to see through my blurred vision. "Cato!" I scream "What the hell are you doing!?!" I get up on my knees because my head hurts and I can't stand up. He I holding his arm and looking at my neck. "I'm sorry clove..." he says. "for what?" I say and move closer to him and move his hand away from his arm. My stomach scream at me. There is a cut on Cato's arm. I wipe all of the blood off the top and we walk back to camp. I notice that my neck feels wet. I put my hand on my neck and bring it in front of my face. My hand is covered in blood.
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