[Any thought Clem might have had about going for the Cornucopia flies out the window as soon as she see's the arena.
Or more accurately doesn't see the arena.
The fog is so thick she can barely make out anything two feet in front of her, certainly not enough to tell where the gear and weapons might lie. There could be anything out there; not limited to traps, monsters and other tributes.
With the countdown coming down to the last ten seconds Clementine makes a snap decision and bolts whichever way she thinks is opposite to the Cornucopia. It's nothing better than a guess, wanting to take herself away from immediate danger and hoping that she'll be able to last until she finds Joel and Ellie. After a hectic minute of running to put some distance between her and the starting point she slows, getting her breathing under control and crouching low.
Keep low, find something to use as a weapon, find shelter.
Clementine's underestimated how disorientating the fog is though, despite her best attempts to keep walking in a straight line she's sure she's failing, especially when the occasional looming shadow has her backtracking or veering sharply off to the side.
She thinks it's only been ten minutes but it's feeling longer. Clem stops to pick up a rock (it's better than nothing) and keeps going, squinting for the sight of anyone familiar.]
Closed to Ellie (may open later)
Or more accurately doesn't see the arena.
The fog is so thick she can barely make out anything two feet in front of her, certainly not enough to tell where the gear and weapons might lie. There could be anything out there; not limited to traps, monsters and other tributes.
With the countdown coming down to the last ten seconds Clementine makes a snap decision and bolts whichever way she thinks is opposite to the Cornucopia. It's nothing better than a guess, wanting to take herself away from immediate danger and hoping that she'll be able to last until she finds Joel and Ellie. After a hectic minute of running to put some distance between her and the starting point she slows, getting her breathing under control and crouching low.
Keep low, find something to use as a weapon, find shelter.
Clementine's underestimated how disorientating the fog is though, despite her best attempts to keep walking in a straight line she's sure she's failing, especially when the occasional looming shadow has her backtracking or veering sharply off to the side.
She thinks it's only been ten minutes but it's feeling longer. Clem stops to pick up a rock (it's better than nothing) and keeps going, squinting for the sight of anyone familiar.]