Intelligence is a beautiful thing [Artemis/Brody]

IQ

The temperatures of the land became colder overnight. The miniscule fire that kept my face warm was only good enough for one night and by the morning, it had dwindled to red coals and ash. My sigh escaped with an exhausted slump of my posture. The pelts that covered my body kept me warm and getting out of them would surely cause the morning's crisp bite to devour my skin. Still yet, I have to go into this town I scoped out just yesterday. I'm almost certain this is either district two or ten. I've traveled so much that I've lost track of where I was going through the steep hills and the height of the mountains. There wasn't many straight paths in the direction I had came.

My back aches as I move and roll over. A rock had found its way under my sleeping sack and with it, indentions upon my skin. I rub out the soreness and feel the crater where I slept for countless hours upon the hard surface.

I stretch hard, pulling my arms over my head and bending to both sides. My neck pops as my hands push and jerk it to either sides to release and release the tension building up. My voice carries out a grunt of pleasure with the morning routine. "Get up. Pack. Hide. Steal. Run. Repeat." I mutter upon my lips and unhook the hammock from the tree and return the hanging apparatus to my back. In just a few short minutes, I had collected what I needed into the bag, leaving the rest of the camp set up and I took off in searching of land and nourishment.

Upon further inspection, the districts' fenceline had been inoperable. A heightened grin came across my lips as I squeeze through a simple broken fence. The edge had been pulled away from the next pole but with the districts inability to be attentive to their security areas, it was all but my own gain now.

"Alright. Wrappings. Water canteen. matches. Extra clothes." The list went on in my head as I stashed my bag at the edge of the fence failure. From there, I listened. The sound of the towns people enter my ear first. The many people that were waking up and going into town to do their business. The little girl that was crying about a honey stick. The man complaining that the bread is burnt. Some older man trying to sell eggs from his farm. Even the smell of the fresh baked goods seemed to waft into my nostrils. My stomach growls with an intensity of hatred because I've not found meat nor gotten a trap triggered in two days, but there's only so much I can survive on such as berries and the like. Plant based item that offer hardly little to any proteins at all.

My vision darts around to watch all areas around me and when I'm sure the coast is clear, I create a mad dash as far away from the district fence as possible.