Rotting Forest

In the Hunger Games, forests often offer precious resources to weary tributes. Not so here. Some trauma swept through a while ago, killing almost everything in the first floor of the West Tower, and now anything that may once have been edible has long since disintegrated beyond safety. Worse yet, detritus floats in the streams, clogging and tainting the water. The entire area reeks of decay, and god forbid a tribute wander too close to a carrion-eater's dinner. There is, at least, cover, should tributes have the stomach to enclose themselves in inescapable reminders of the fate that awaits them.