[when we first came here] kiara day 4

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we said all along we deserve every bit
and mostly we knew that the supply would quit
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As she observed her surroundings upon entering the west tower that morning, Kiara let out a groan to express her frustration that she still hadn't been able to locate any sort of forest that wasn't either dead or sweltering hot and humid and full of strange plants that she was mostly unfamiliar with. The vibrant green forest in this tower was actually startlingly similar to the prehistoric anomaly she'd been faced with the previous day; it was just as uncomfortably warm and moist and full of fernlike plants. The few major differences were that the foliage was much thicker here - it seemed like these vines and trees and ferns had been packed as tightly together as possible - and it was really damn loud.

Rainforest, her memory told her as she flinched at the excessive squawk of birds and clicks of bugs and shrieks of who knew what kinds of animals. According to the instructor at the edible and medicinal plants station back in training, there were three main types of forest she might find herself in: coniferous, where the trees had needles for leaves and stayed green all year long, deciduous, the trees with leaves that fell off in the winter, which was basically the type of forest that surrounded the fields of District Eleven, and a rainforest, a tropical place, full of thousands of different species of plant and animal life. She'd never seen anything like one before in person; only on previous Games. Usually this kind of place posed many obstacles for tributes that came across it.

The sixteen-year-old had just decided to leave this peculiar place she knew next-to-nothing about and turned to go back out through the archway when she realized that she couldn't even see out of it; all sightlines had been obscured by massive plumes of deep red sand swirling erratically throughout the air as huge gusts of some inexplicable wind disturbed the rolling dunes. Fuck! Of course there would be a sandstorm; she was actually surprised one hadn't happened sooner. The Gamemakers are getting bored, she thought with a scowl. Either way, though, it would ridiculously unsafe to venture out in such a storm; she'd be unable to see her hand in front of her face, let alone other tributes or anything else that could be lurking. Making a swift decision, Kiara climbed up a sturdy-looking tree and settled down to stay until the sandstorm let up; she could only hope it would die down before it got too late to stay in the tower, or she'd be trapped.