Sorry about how long its beens since I've updated this story, I've been busy riding roller coasters XD
Anyway sorry this chapter is short but the next one is coming soon!
My nephew's hat is squeezing my head... :/
The night was cold and it took Feral at least an hour to finally drift off. When she did, her night was filled with images of the dead tributes, conjuring up different possibilities to how they met their demise. Most hauntingly was Tinn, trying to feel around to figure out his surroundings when Merchan came up behind him with his axe and sunk it deep into Tinn's skull. He pulled it out, blood dripping from the metal and staining the water red.
Feral woke shivering and covered in sweat, as she always did. She cut the remains of the squirrel from her belt and ate it for breakfast, leaving nothing left. She climbed down from the tree and buried the skeleton deep in the moist earth, making sure to leave no sign behind that she had been there.
Her muscles screamed as she stood, tired from yesterday's work out of leaping from branches and trees. She decided to walk on the ground, being extremely carefully where she stepped and making sure there were no nearby poisonous creatures lurking in the murky water. The going was tough and slow, as she often got her feet tangled in plants and tripped over roots that had been hidden beneath the mud.
A cannon sounded somewhere in the distance and Feral looked around anxiously. Somewhere in the arena someone had just died. Someone with a family and friends and a life they could have gone back to, had they survived the Games and became Victor.
By the time she reached the edges of the marsh she was covered in mud and water. Since the only thing she had seen in a day was marsh, anything other then that was gorgeous to her. The ground sloped up to a small field, the center of which was ripped right down the middle by a raging river that was lived with smooth black stones, some as tall as Feral herself. She lumbered over to it and sat down, letting her fingers touch the surface of the water. It was cool but not cold, and deeper in, shadows of fish danced in the water. She leaned against one of the warm stones and quickly fell asleep.