Sherlock repressed a groan as he woke up.
Before opening his eyes he assessed his surroundings. The air had a chemical tinge to it mixed with fresh tar, he was led on a hard surface, which was slightly warm meaning he'd been here in his state of unconsciousness for a while.
He snapped his eyes open and he got to his feet, a frown creasing his forehead. He was surrounded by chunks of concrete and ruined buildings, skyscrapers sat here and there half torn down. Sherlock looked up the sky's colour matched his eyes.
He appeared to be a long abandoned, ruined city. Well, that's what it would look like to the average person.
Sherlock had earlier noticed the hint of fresh tar suggesting this place was recently constructed, there was graffiti scrawled across a far wall, closer inspection showed it to be recently painted to look old and faded. He span on his heel taking in the entirety of his surroundings
"A new arena" he realised, he looked down at himself, he was still dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. A large rucksack was sat in the middle of the road, he opened it to reveal that it contained a change of clothes, similar to what he had previously worn in the arena. Beside the bag sat his old Arena bow and a sheaf of arrows
"A new game" Sherlock murmured, but he was alone. The Hunger Games had more than one contestant, so where was everyone? Surely if they'd seen an unconscious man they'd kill him without a second thought?
Sherlock lifted the bag hooking it over his shoulder and heading north, it did make sense to change into the provided outfit, just not in the middle of the street.
That was today planned out then; get changed and get to know his surroundings.

Lestrade was surprisingly clumsy in the rainforest, he kept tripping on roots or getting whacked in the face by branches, John tripped occasionally but was a lot better in the rainforest environment. Now the two were sat on some lumpy grey rocks that seemed to grow out of the jungle floor.
A small river crawled past them, both of them had full water bottles now, but the two still had to wait for the small pills to decontaminate the liquid.
"Do you think he expects us to kill each other?" Lestrade turned to John as he spoke
"That wouldn't be much fun for him though would it" John's tone was bitter "I know I only met him a few times but each time he was obsessed with playing games. Dumping us into a jungle to murder each other isn't complex enough"
"So there are going to be other Tributes and some interesting twist. Great."
"There's got to be a way out of here"
"Is he that careless?"
John remained silent. There was a crack from the distance.
"Did you hear that?" John hissed at Lestrade who nodded, they both grabbed their guns neither knowing what they were going to do.
John instinctively raised the gun pointing the muzzle at the source of the noise. Lestrade followed his lead. There was a full minute of silence, then the sound of a twig snapping caused both men to flinch. A man appeared from the trees, he grinned at the sight of John and Lestrade.
"Well" he shrugged his huge shoulders rising and falling "This was supposed to be a challenge. But I've found you both on the first day"
John's fingers tightened around the gun making his knuckles white, the gun felt strangely comfortable in his hand, the same way it had when he'd chased criminals around London with Sher-
'Don't think about that John' he mentally scolded himself and fixed his mind on what was happening here and now.
The muscled man drew a large gun from over his shoulder.
"Which of you wants to go first then?"
He was going to shoot.
John waited a moment longer.
The man took aim.
He tightened his finger around the trigger.
He smiled down at Lestrade.
John fired.

Sherlock was fairly sure he had about seventy five percent of the 'abandoned city' mapped out in his head now. Not that that helped much.
About twenty minutes ago he'd spotted a splodge of green on the horizon. He was now about thirty metres away from it, but that was near enough to see what it was.
A rainforest growing out of the edges of a city, it was a strange sight, as Sherlock got closer he could feel the temperature increasing along with the humidity.
He was now stood at the line that lead from thin cracked concrete into rich brown soil. Sherlock craned his neck back, watching the deep green foliage reach into the sky, the finger like branches getting tangled within the clouds.
The detective looked back at the city and then stepped over the threshold entering the next part of the Arena.

Neither John or Lestrade moved for a moment. The other Tribute was lead out motionless on the floor.
"Thanks" Lestrade said his voice slow and cautious.
John lowered his gun "No problem"
Both men took a step backwards
"We should go" John decided "If there are more Tributes out there looking for us they would've hear the gun"
"We need somewhere to hide" Lestrade added
Both men turned around and started running, one death was enough for one day.

Sherlock did not like the rainforest. He was tempted to go back to the city but he was sure that if wanted more answers they were this way. He was too tall for this environment, the tree branches reached out snagging on his clothes and hair.
Luckily he'd found water in the city and had a large water bottle full of it.

Sherlock's head snapped to the left, he'd heard something, the distant crunch of leaves, more like a squelch because of the soggy ground but it was still enough to get his attention. He scanned the tree's and found an out of place shadow.
He grabbed his bow and started lining the arrow up. Then the shadow pounced forward and Sherlock spotted the gun held in its hand. He leapt backwards narrowly avoiding getting squashed. He needed to get further away if he wanted to shoot using his bow and arrow. He leapt to his feet and started running, heavy thudding from behind told him he was being followed.
He span around drawing the arrow back so the string touched his lips. He took another step back to get a better footing.
There was a tree root snaking out of the ground behind him, his heel caught it and he lost his footing slipping over backwards. The other Tribute was standing over him now gun aimed at the detective head.

John and Lestrade both stopped running both choosing to lean against a tree and catch their breath. They just stayed there for a moment listening to rainforest sounds.
They both heard a rustling and then multiple branches snapping. They turned to look into the trees expecting to see someone coming for them but instead they saw two shadow covered figures. One running franticly trying escape with his life while the one behind obviously held a gun. John pushed himself off the tree and grabbed his gun.
"Is this a good idea?" Lestrade hissed "What if you save him and he tries to kill you?"
There was a thud, the fleeing figure could no longer be seen he must've fallen. John just shrugged at Lestrade and ran through the trees. Lestrade followed.

"Drop the gun" John said to the Tribute who held a gun
"Have you read the rules?" the man smirked
"I've only giving you one chance. Drop the gun"
The man just smirked
"If you knew how much money I'm getting paid for being in here you'd be strangling the scrawny git yourself"
John's eyes flicked to Lestrade, who wore a grim expression but nodded slightly.
John let his finger curl around the trigger and then flinched at the resounding bomb. John watched the Tribute fall to the floor.
Lestrade turned to the Tribute they'd just saved. He went to offer him a hand to help him to his feet but when his eyes found the man's face. Every muscle in his body froze and his mouth dropped open.