Lindsey had been warned ahead of time about the dangers of heading to the Cornucopia, at what a bloodbath that area would be, at how he should go in the exact opposite direction.

As the numbers counted down to zero, he waited, observing for the first time the determined faces, young and old, of those who surrounded him. Yup, all those people were ready to kill.

3...2...1...0

Not listening to sound advice, he dashed right towards the tent of survival equipment. His legs weren't as long or fast as some of them though, others beat him to the tent, and as he saw people began to get slashed down, he turned and veered himself towards one of the supply bags that littered the ground instead.

Again, too late, he could see it before he even got within 10 yards of it. Two others were dashing to the same one he was, and rather than join them in a scuffle, Lindsey veered again, shifting directions at the last moment to just grab some of the random things that littered nearby. They could be things that dropped out of the bags in a tug-o-war, or they were there before, he couldn't be sure, but he got them.

He didn't have time to check what, but carrying his armload of prizes, he turned and hightailed it and dashed towards the forested hills.