She was still scavenging, but definitely was not wanting yet. She was still making sure that the girls were doing ok (obviously, they found friends), and she was still moving, still looking for supplies. Things were still in flux, and she was still waiting for the Capitol to spice things up: it was bound to happen anytime now. As it was, there was still a lot to watch out for. She was not about to die easily again.
Second week still. She had to at least go beyond it, but winning was the ultimate goal. She was even going to reloot some of the old places she'd visited when she heard the scream. She looked toward the sound and saw a girl on the floor, blood around. She made a face. The blood looked like it was seeping from below, but they had their head facing down. This screamed a trap. If this person had screamed and was at least flailing, she would have suspected it was that vial of shit she's heard about earlier. No, this just seemed ALL out of place, and the less she got involved, the better.
Wounding on both parts is all right with me!
Second week still. She had to at least go beyond it, but winning was the ultimate goal. She was even going to reloot some of the old places she'd visited when she heard the scream. She looked toward the sound and saw a girl on the floor, blood around. She made a face. The blood looked like it was seeping from below, but they had their head facing down. This screamed a trap. If this person had screamed and was at least flailing, she would have suspected it was that vial of shit she's heard about earlier. No, this just seemed ALL out of place, and the less she got involved, the better.