Arena
You quickly scan you equipment and find nothing missing. The old man seemed helpful enough, but the very nature of this contest almost prohibits trust.
The next thing you do is loot the corpse. The body has nothing worth taking; the old man had evidently already taken the water.
Having no reason to stick around, you sling your pack over your unwounded shoulder and head off deeper into the thickly wooded forest.
You follow the trail, keeping your eyes on the line of tire marks. Looks like a bike of some sort, but a couple of days old.
Initially you had assumed that only weapons could be found in this arena, but the prospect of transportation seems more than a little enticing. You find your aching feet making your longing for a vehicle amplify until it is among the primary thoughts that fill your mind.
The announcer updates the death toll overhead and you stop to take a drink of water. Ahead of you and over a rise in the trail, you can hear the clang of metal on metal.
The next thing you do is loot the corpse. The body has nothing worth taking; the old man had evidently already taken the water.
Having no reason to stick around, you sling your pack over your unwounded shoulder and head off deeper into the thickly wooded forest.
You follow the trail, keeping your eyes on the line of tire marks. Looks like a bike of some sort, but a couple of days old.
Initially you had assumed that only weapons could be found in this arena, but the prospect of transportation seems more than a little enticing. You find your aching feet making your longing for a vehicle amplify until it is among the primary thoughts that fill your mind.
The announcer updates the death toll overhead and you stop to take a drink of water. Ahead of you and over a rise in the trail, you can hear the clang of metal on metal.