Hunter had his gear on, it was a bit heavy but last time he didn't wear it in one of these games he got stabbed. "I'll go down the middle, Any other Direction I'ma get lost again." A story that Hunter will never forget and will be explained another day. He felt nervous being in these woods at times, this was one of those times, he wasn't sure what it was but he could feel the anger in the air. Though none of the campers seemed that mad, at all actually. Something was up, something big.

Hunters mind snapped back to place when one of the campers got his attention. "Nemesis, Hurry up!" Hunter shook off the feeling and joined the center group as they moved up to the river. Then the feeling was stronger, like the closer to the fight they seemed to get the worse it got. Was he just that scared to go into battle? This wasn't right at all, Hunter was normally good at hiding his fear but something was definitely wrong. He just couldn't place it. "Let the games begin..." He said under his breath, trying to hide his fear.