Lake

After the thrashing snakes, blood-soaked buildings, and wild gardens, the lake that encloses most of the Arena seems like a welcome break from the horror of everything tributes have seen so far. The water is clean and tasty, and huge pieces of jungle driftwood dot each shore like ready-made (if slightly precarious) rafts. Staring out from the bank, it's easy to imagine oneself as the last living soul in a pristine world—but of course, that can't be true, and even the lake itself may not be as peaceful as it seems. Let yourself be lulled, tributes, but never forget where you are, for there's no telling whether the fish at the shore want to nibble at roots or toes, let alone what deeper waters hold.