This Place Isn't So Bad - Day Two Arena | Logan
He grabbed his knife and pushed his body up, off the ground, to see where he was now. Still in forest, but it was daytime. He could finally see the exotic trees, plants, and animals. Remembering something essential, Logan slipped his small pack off his shoulders and bent down to the parachute that landed, the night before. He ate a few pieces of food from the already opened first packet, before he maneuvered all three packets into his small pack. He first started eating some, right before he fell asleep. So he wouldn't go to sleep, hungry again. He decided to cut the parachute and loosely wrap it around the burn on his neck. After he explored his surroundings, he would try and tend to his injuries.
As Logan walked around the forest, he found numerous edible and inedible plants. The area was so large, they were bound to be everywhere he'd go. He hid behind larger trees, whenever he came across a large animal. Afraid they would attack like the monkey mutts did. When they were distracted, or started off in another direction, Logan would move forward as quickly and quietly as possible. He reached a huge tree and stopped. As tempting as the tree looked to climb, Logan knew he had to survey the rest of the forest for creating supplies, tributes, and maybe even water. He could set up camp after he knew what he was up against.
He continued to walk in the same direction, until he thought he could hear running water. In the distance the forest seemed to end, and something else began. He made a dash for it and slowly came to a stop when he reached the water. The waterfall was beautiful. Still haven't seen one tribute yet, Logan decided to stay near the water for a little while.
Impulsively, his knees dropped to the ground, along with his knife, as his hands cupped underwater to drink from it. He was staring down at the water, when he realized: the water might not be safe to drink. These were the Games, and he remembered seeing tributes from passed Games, die from something as simple as water. He frowned as all the water seeped out of his hands. He decided against drinking it and instead using it for his injuries. He hoped the water could at least clean off the blood.
He sat down on the ground, and began to wash his own blood off his hands. As the blood slowly came off, he heard screams in his ear that his mind placed as Irma's voice. He shut his eyes tightly and placed his hands over his ears. He could see Larka and Rowan's faces, now. When the screaming stopped, Â he opened his eyes and tried to continue cleaning off the blood. He wiped some water on his cheek, so the blood would stop trickling out. He wiped his wet hand down his head, so the blood from the three cuts wouldn't be tempted to pour out. But the water was a temporary fix. If he was attacked again, the blood would run the easiest way it can: out of Logan's body through the opened skin.
He unwrapped the parachute from around his neck burn, and tried to apply water to it. But, for some reason, it didn't help. He looked in the reflection of the water to see a patch of his own skin was burned off. and it was now a light red color. He covered it with the parachute, again. He wasn't sure what else he could do about, except keep it covered.
Grabbing his knife and turning away from the water, he kept moving throughout the forest. He stopped at an edible plant he recognized and was indeed very unique: Polypiferus brevisimus. By their light teal color, Logan knew they had to have glowed at night. The plants would do for water as he picked off one of the teal leaves and bit down on it, releasing the water held inside of them. He let the water pour down his throat, before he used his knife and cut a group of the plants. After he ran off with them, new ones grew in their place.
He wasn't finished for the day, but he was finished for now. He looked for a tall enough, large enough tree to climb up. When he found it, he placed his knife in his pocket and the Polypiferus' stems, horizontal, in his mouth, and he began to climb. He sat down along one of the tree's thicker branches,placing his knife and small pack in front of him. He let one of his legs, swing below him as the other stretched out on the branch. He was high enough to be out of sight of another tribute, if they didn't look up. He sat, eating the Polypiferus. Getting his own drink of water, as he kicked back and wondered if he could win the Games by just staying there, and letting everyone else kill each other.
