With a frustrated huff, Emery threw her soaked blanket off of her. Now that it was drenched with the rain, it would provide little protection. The rain pelted against her body at an angle much too hard for it to be natural.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn Gamemakers</span>, she thought with her face turned into the tree she sat against. Once another sleepless hour passed, she decided that it was pointless to try anymore. Wrapped in her wet blanket, she got to her feet and began searching for a more suitable resting place safe from the rain. As she trudged along, she went into a fatigued stupor and caught herself staggering frequently. Once she tumbled into a tree, she snapped out of her daze and groaned.<span style="font-style: italic">Wake up!</span>she ordered herself as she bumped her head into the tree's jagged bark.<br/><br/>After taking a few minutes to compose herself, Emery dug in her sack for any more rations. All that was left was a piece of stale bread.<span style="font-style: italic">I need to scavenge again</span>, she told herself as she bit off a chunk and moistened it with her saliva.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe I'll find someone tonight; that is if I see them through all this rain.</span>Throwing the last bite of bread back in the sack, Emery sighed and continued her way.<br/><br/>The storm seemed to get louder as she walked, but the rain didn't get any worse. She looked around above her and, through the brief flashes from lightning, she distinguished a waterfall a couple hundred feet away.<span style="font-style: italic">The Gamemaster said there was a cave in there</span>, she recalled.<span style="font-style: italic">Eden and others were in there.</span>Before she could get excited, she reminded herself that they would've left it since people would be pursuing them.<span style="font-style: italic">Hopefully, the Careers have already left it.</span>With her crowbar wielded, Emery cautiously approached the waterfall, straining her eyes to scan the area around her.<br/><br/>Once she got herself over the tiny edge behind the waterfall, she stepped inside the cave and carefully crept deeper into it. Now, she was moving through near pitch-black darkness. The lightning provided her with just enough light to see the ground a few feet before her. After less than a minute of creeping through the cave, she caught a glimpse of a figure on the ground. She froze until another few lightning flashes passed and she made out the image of a sleeping tribute. She couldn't tell if it was a male or female, but she didn't even bother to. Once her eyes set on the bags surrounding him, so did her focus.<br/><br/>Standing back, Emery used the hook of her crowbar to snag the straps and lifted them up and over to behind her. She reached with the crowbar again and seized a backpack, but once she started lifting it, a tin canister fell out and clattered onto the ground. She froze again, hardly breathing and making no movement until a full minute passed. When nothing happened, Emery placed the backpack beside her and lowered her crowbar. He still had another two sacks, but after that close call, she wasn't willing to risk going in again.<span style="font-style: italic">A bird in hand is worth two in the bush</span>, she told herself as she gathered up her grabbings.