Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170830205017

(entering as a goat called Tick, red zone)

Ignoring the cornucopia filled with useful supplies, I was determined to get away from the center of attention as quickly as I could. Even though it was stupid and irresponsible, seeing as I couldn't necessary depend on the fruits or water around me to keep me alive, nor could I survive without a weapon, it was better than tempting death itself.

I trusted my gut to get me through this.

As the timer hit its last digit, I sprinted of to my right, my hooves hitting repeatedly againced the ground.

"I have to stay alive. I have to stay alive. I can't break my promise no matter what." Those were the only thoughts passing through my mind as I ran without looking at the racket behind me. “Look for something sharp, look for something sharp-find something sharp! “I muttered under my breath, as I felt something fly by my shoulder. Probably an arrow of some kind- maybe a bird, who knows. I continued to run forward, avoiding anything and everything- even if it was a simple tree or a bush, it was safer to avoid it until I had the moment to actually look around the area without being in a complete hurry.

After I was sure I was far enough for nobody to notice me, I stopped running, trying to even my breaths.