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───── THE JUNGLE WAS A BLESSING. remnant of the woods she was so used to, it almost felt like home. a l m o s t . if she forgot about the fighting to the death & the televised aspect. which was something dahlia found surprisingly easy once she’d adjusted. she’d had to do that pretty quickly after hitting the boy with the rock. there was no time for doubts anymore. she was in the hunger games.
her first port of call was food. dahlia knew how long she could last without a substantial meal. not long enough. so before she knew it, she was listening to the sounds of the jungle creates, crouching down to search for wildlife. something darted past her vision, squirrel-esque size. that meant dahlia could catch it. she went off sprinting through the dense jungle. needing nothing but her hands, they were outstretched, preparing for a nice catch as she followed her instincts. if i were a squirrel where would i run?
as it turned out, she probably should’ve been being more aware of her own running. as she launched herself SMACK BANG! into another tribute.
... whoops