FloraFauna wrote:Wesley slowly made his way int he direction of the Cornucopia with his sharpened spear and two daggers in hand. He decided he would make camp just outside and wait for a opportunity to make his kill.
As Wes gained speed, he noticed that his newly healed wounds had began to re-open and bleed. The worst part was the trail he had left with his blood, any tribute could easily hunt him down and he knew it.
Finally, once the pain grew to much to bare he found a thick bush to rest under. Slowly, with his weapons in hand, he was lulled to sleep by the rhythmic voices of the career tributes. His eyes opened with speed as he held his breath to hear the talking, yes, he was very close now. To hide himself further he broke off some branches and laid back down under the camouflage.