There was an easy and simple reason why Cindy was heading north, after dealing with the after-math of the cornucopia, and trying to figure out where the best place to go would actually be. She had plenty of supplies, so it was logical for her to find somewhere to hang out, and hope everyone died before her. Which, in her opinion, could happen at any time, so the other advantage would be to make sure no one found the supplies when she was gone.

But honestly the reason that she headed north, was because she'd gone west in the last arena, and north was next on the list, if the compass was a clock. Cindy knew that other people were going to be heading in the same direction (there were so many people, it was staggering, really), so she had an eye out, protecting her ribs as she went.

Something that was thrown to the side when she saw someone she knew who wouldn't attack her. Unfortunately, it looked like he was dying. Couldn't really win with this one, huh.

"Ian?" Cindy called out as she came over a small hill, holding a hand to her stomach as she tried to run faster and not slip from the rain. "Ian!"