Rhea had been sitting silently on a rock near the stage, sweat silently beading on her forehead. She watched the others with only slight interest, and watched with amusement as they all scrambled away, running into the jungle. Once the majority of them left, Rhea started to wander through the jungle. Her pace was steady, and when the terrain was mostly clear, she started to jog.
After only one or two minutes, Rhea crouched down, looking around herself for threats. She needed water, badly. The humidity and the all around heat was killing her. She glanced around once more, and raised her hand above the ground. Her palm was flat, but as she curled it into a fist, water started to rise from the ground below her. It was clear, and Rhea didn't think about purifying it. She coaxed the water up to her mouth, and started to drink it. Afterwards, now refreshed, Rhea decided to make a sort of map that she hoped would lead her out of the jungle. Her mother had once taught her the basics of geography, and since she came to this place without anything such as a blindfold to hinder her vision, she knew they were in the jungles of Banos.
With luck, if she remembered the route here correctly, she would just have to go straight. And eventually, she would make it out alive. The next order of business was surving the night. She knew she wouldn't make it out in the span of one day, the jungle was far too large, with far too many variables. So she had to simply travel forward, and in the hours before dusk, she would have to set up camp.
So many thoughts danced through Rhea's mind. She wondered if she would make it or not. She couldn't start to panic this early, if she did she definitely wouldn't get through with this simulation. So she tried to focus on survival, she hummed to herself to keep calm, her braided hair resting comfortably against her skin. She got up, and started to walk again.