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Tardis had spent hours trying to scavenge for food in the small forest with no luck. Most of these trees were variations of pine and bore no fruit and the scarce animal life that he did see took off way before he could get close enough to properly hunt it. He touched the side of his face where he had been punched during the bloodbath and it had swollen up considerably. He started to walk down towards the complex of buildings when he heard footsteps coming his way. He hid behind a tree and waited. After a few moments Noodles came into view, his face was bandaged up and he was holding some type of supplies. Tardis gripped his nail gun and jumped out of hiding. Before Noodles could react Tardis had fired off several shots. The loud bursts of compressed air coming from the nail gun startled Noodles causing him to drop his supplies and run away. Tardis was disappointed, he figured his weapon would have had a much greater range, but the nails only flew a few feet missing their target by a large margin. He would have to get much closer to his next victim before pulling the trigger. He walked up to examine the supplies Noodles had dropped and found the remains of a first aid kit. He found a cream inside that could help with his swollen face, but not much else of interest.

Wwinter had been inside of the sawmill for several hours. He had been feeling hopeless, time after time he considered throwing himself into the spinning blades of these great archaic machines and just let it be over, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He lied on his back staring at the ceiling for several hours contemplating the hopelessness of his situation when suddenly a figure appeared standing over him. He was surprised to see the blood covered LOLzies standing over him holding a chainsaw. “Well,” he thought. “At least this will save me the trouble.” He continued to lie on the ground and stared up at LOLzies who just looked back down on him. “Well?” wwinter said after what felt like several minutes. “Go on. It’ll be easy for you.”

LOLzies sneered at wwinter. “You’re no fun,” he said. “I’ve already cut up three tributes today and they at least had the spirit to want to fight.” He rested his chainsaw on his shoulder. “I’d cut you up good, but you’d have to come at me first.” Wwinter just continued to lie still on the floor staring up at LOLzies. “Well have it your way. If you want the easy way out you’ll have to look for someone else. I prefer my victims to go out in a blaze of glory.” LOLzies smiled and began walking out of the sawmill. “I’ll see you later if you decide to grow a spine.”
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