Cinder was on the ground now, walking cautiously, watching and listening to everything around her. She must have been quite far from the other tributes, as all she heard was the faint sounds of the arena. However, she wasn't paying good attention, as her mind was elsewhere - focusing on her family, her few friends. Suddenly, she jumped, someone had climbed a tree a few yards in front of her. Her eyes widened, how had she not noticed anyone? She heard, even further away, a body had stopped moving like her own, standing still. Cinder knew her only safe place right now was the trees, but what if she climbed the wrong tree? She wouldn't. She knew she wouldn't. Cinder reached behind her back, grabbing the knife. Placing the handle in her mouth, she quickly climbed up a tree. She could make out a body, hiding only a few trees from her, they were pretty well concealed, but not from this angle. Cinder groaned softly, grabbing the handle of the knife, and perching herself on the branch.