For two hours, she ran through the forest. Criss-crossing tracks. Somewhere along the way, she sheathed her knife, scrambling over fallen logs. She misses one slight drop, though, and falls. One. two. three. four. tumbles.
Face and arms, scratched up. Knee hitting against a rock. She curls up on the ground, trembling, listening for something -- someone -- coming after her. Tears are falling.
Clove scrambles up after a moment. To stay still is to die. So she gets to her feet, ignores the aches, and resumes running. Finally, she's looped around. She's broken the tree line.
She can see the camp.]
Cato.
Cato!
[He has to be okay. He has to be. He has to be okay.]
August 29th, late afternoon
For two hours, she ran through the forest. Criss-crossing tracks. Somewhere along the way, she sheathed her knife, scrambling over fallen logs. She misses one slight drop, though, and falls. One. two. three. four. tumbles.
Face and arms, scratched up. Knee hitting against a rock. She curls up on the ground, trembling, listening for something -- someone -- coming after her. Tears are falling.
Clove scrambles up after a moment. To stay still is to die. So she gets to her feet, ignores the aches, and resumes running. Finally, she's looped around. She's broken the tree line.
She can see the camp.]
Cato.
Cato!
[He has to be okay. He has to be. He has to be okay.]