"Max!"

Man-eating plants. Of course. Of course. How could the Gamemakers resist those here in their nightmare jungle.

Food forgotten, the rest of his potato was dumped in the dirt as Wyatt lunged forward, reaching for Max with one hand, grasping automatically at the man's arm as vine dragged at him and more green rustling tendrils - like snakes - dropped from the tree they'd sheltered under to join in the fray.

The other hand dug for his boot, yanking his knife free.