Rye had to duck walk through the tunnel. At first he was struggling to keep his feet because the pitch of the floor nearly set him on his nose, but soon it leveled out. A cool breeze came through with a hint of sea riding on the air current. Soon, Rye came out into the starlit night. No trees or meadows were in evidence but he could hear the gentle lapping of a tide against a shore. Closing his eyes, Rye counted to three to open them. His night vision had adjusted and he was staring at a sandy shore line. In the distance he could make out the swell of a mountain. Figuring that this is where the spider cave was located, Rye  headed back east.<br/><br/>Circling around, Rye found the Cornucopia and a lone sentry. Not taking time to think about his feelings, he snapped the neck of the smallish person. He didn't even stop to figure out the gender of the guard. Rye needed some supplies and more weapons. He tossed a stone into the middle of the stores. When nothing happened, he darted in, gathered what he could carry and left a note.<br/><br/>"Stark, do we really want to let the Capitol win this one? No one else has to die. All we have to do is refuse to play. R."<br/><br/>Easing out of the shelter, Rye melted back into the forest and headed out.