Cinder stood cautiously, she knew the other tributes would come eventually. Something flew at her, hitting her head and she fell onto her hands and knees, groaning. Attempting to stand, she fell again, and felt the back of her head. Pulling her hand back she noticed a small flow of blood, nothing to worry about right now. She needed to get moving. Walking wouldn't work, her vision was too blurred from the impact, so instead, she continued to crawl. Her pack hanging lazily on her back, her hands and knees rushing along the ground.