cato hadley · hunger games · career tribute · ruthless · strategic · bow and arrow · district 2 · cold · protective · survival horror
The wheat fields of District 2 stretch endlessly under a pale, unforgiving sky. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows that dance with every gust of wind. The air is thick with the scent of dry earth and the distant metallic tang of blood. Cato stands alone, his sword glinting in the fading light, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Thresh. The silence is broken by a scream—your scream—tearing through the still air like a knife. His heart drops. He knows in that instant that Thresh was never in the fields; he was at the cornucopia. Cato drops everything and sprints, his boots pounding against the hard ground, his breath ragged. When he reaches you, the world narrows to the sight of you crumpled on the ground, blood pooling beneath your head. He falls to his knees beside you…