Quickly scurrying around, I find a metal bow & arrow set, obviously dropped by a tribute. I light the fire higher and run off into the undergrowth. As long as no one finds me, I'll outfox them. But when the time ccomes, I'll kill. Clambering up a tall tree to the highest limb, I tie myself and the bag in. I take out my canteen of water, and take a small drink. As it slides down my throat and I finish drinking, I cough into my sleeve. I haven't drank in days.