If he'd just been thrown into this place without the brief explanation, Locke might've believed he was just in Farwell still. This amusement park looked a lot like the one in the abandoned city that had been 'home' over the last few days. But that was the other place, this was a new one that was asking him to die for their entertainment. A colosseum not against monsters, but other people. It made his skin crawl.

As soon as the countdown ended, Locke made for the opposite direction from the carnage. He'd survived with nothing before, this was no different than those times. As soon as he found a decrepit food stall, he slipped into it's sparse cover to start formulating a plan. His best option was probably to get up high, see what he was dealing with, then find the best place to hunker down and wait for the more violent types to pick each other off. Locke wasn't built for strength, facing someone head-on wasn't the best idea.

As that thought ran through his head, the sound of movement just outside of the stall put him on alert. Quietly, he got down low and waited, watching until he saw a pair of feet walking past. His own leg shot out from the broken wall that was his window, aiming to topple over whoever might be trying to sneak up on him.