Upon awakening, I found that I was incredibly close to a large waterfall. It was, in fact, the sound of the rushing water that woke me up. I hadn't drifted, having slept on the stable sand. The gamemakers, being what sadists they were, must have shrunk the arena. They wanted more blood. They wanted a fight. They were driving me towards the Cornucopia. I didn't have much of a choice.
I filled myself up with more water and mushrooms. I was still weary from the lack of a full meal and from so much swimming. I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on.
I forced myself to get all my gear back on before swimming over back the way I'd come. The water was colder than it had been, forcing me to quicken my pace. Surely this was another tool of the gamemakers. The longer I took, the longer bloodthirsty viewers had to wait for some action. Unless the others were there already.
This thought made my speed increase even more. If Manon was there, forced inwards by bubbling magma or angry tracker jacke