Hot and muggy, this vast landscape feels like a sauna throughout. It smells of musk, moist plant life, and muddy earth. There is not a dry spot in sight, save for the trees with thick bottoms and narrow trunks that are nearly impossible to climb. They are often slippery to the touch, coated in green, organic material. While they are impressive, they offer little shade from the sun, so skin continues burn skin tributes continue to sweat through their clothes. This may be the stickiest area yet, but there is plenty of thriving wildlife and plant life to offer. Just be wary, because the bigger the swamp the meaner its residents.

Like spiderwebs the branches tangle overhead, the only light peeking through the thick bramble are slivers of a winter sun. Water covers most of this area, it reaches about your ankles but you find yourself sinking into the swamp mud anyway. And ​​_thump_​​ just like that, one step forward and you find yourself plunged in to the darkness, blood rushing in your ears as water surrounds you. There's no telling which areas are shallow and which lead into a suffocating abyss.The sour stench of swamp water follows you everywhere you go and the thin branches seem to catch the threads of your garments almost on purpose. Perhaps there is no escaping the mangroves once they have you in their grasp.

A cavity is carved into limestone bedrock, surrounded by the driest grasses in the arena. Inside is a deep pool of the clearest water in Panem. Undisturbed, it resembles a sheet of glass through which tributes can see the jagged bottom. While there is nothing to fish, the water itself is already clean, purified, and safe to drink without concern for contamination. But beware, the ground is not as solid and steady as it appears. One wrong step could lead to disaster.

Miles of waist high grasses stretch toward the horizon. The combination of maize-colored blades tickling skin and wet clippings clinging to ankles will label this area the itchiest. Every inch of the landscape is flooded, but never reaches higher than the knees. The water is as unappetizing as it looks, and is incapable of being decontaminated. It will be poisonous to any tribute who dares consume it. And that isn’t the only thing to worry about; the land may be flat, but there could be critters lurking wherever the tributes may travel. Tributes should always look before they step.

Wider than its adjacent grassy companion, the sawgrass marsh looks like an extension of grassland invaded by murky waters. However, the grass here is taller and sharper, capable of causing discomfort if tributes aren’t careful. This area is riddled with open expanses of collectable water, and the air is thick with an unpleasant, muggy vapor. On evenings it is practically foggy. Tributes shouldn’t get too comfortable with the treeless marsh. After all, looking above the water and the grass does not tell you what hides within.