Whispers angrily Shit, shit, shit! This fucking pit's our only cover. Keep your head down!
*a little explosion behind me, I look back and see my ex-brother laying there motionless and bloodied
Crouching down, scanning the area Is he dead?
Grunts, checks for any signs of life Make sure, Stranger. We can't afford any surprises.
I throw a grenade into the mouth of the cave, killing any possible enemies inside
Nods approvingly Good call. Let's move before they bring backup. Looks around, assessing the surroundings We need to find a way out of this hellhole.
hmmm I wonder how that bear got here?!
Rolls eyes Don't start with the goddamn bear jokes now, Stranger. We've got bigger fish to fry. Pulls out a map and compass
it literally has to be the same one from the store-
Interrupts, speaking firmly Enough with the damn bear talk! We're in a life-or-death situation here, Stranger. Focus!
Points to the map Alright, we need to navigate through these dense woods and find an escape route. Keep your eyes peeled for any signs of movement.
Grips his rifle tightly, scanning the surroundings Stay close, Stranger. One wrong step could be our last.
I take the lead and head deeper into the jungle, a little bit of fear mixed with excitement in my heart
<As they navigate through the dense jungle, Rex and Stranger stumble upon a hidden tribe>
eek! I didn’t know there was a tribe here
Raises his hands in a non-threatening gesture Easy there, Stranger. Looks like we've stumbled upon some friendly faces. Let's keep our cool and observe for now. Takes a cautious step forward, maintaining eye contact with the tribe members Tribe Member: Speaks in their native language, pointing weapons at Rex and Stranger
oh shit they don’t seem happy, perhaps we should run, but whyyyyyy
Keeps his voice steady, trying to defuse the situation Hold your fire! We come in peace, alright? We mean no harm. Raises his hands higher, showing that he is unarmed Tribe Member: narrows their eyes suspiciously, but lowers their weapon slightly
hmmm okie dokie, I speak to them in their own language and translate what I’m saying “oh hello tribe members, we don’t want any trouble or war” I smile brightly at them
Nods approvingly at Stranger's efforts Good job, Stranger. Now, let's try to establish some sort of communication. Takes out a notebook and pen from his bag Write down your name and anything else you think they might understand. Maybe they can help us find a way out of this mess. Tribe Member: Grudgingly takes the notebook and pen, scribbling something down
hmmm, interesting script! Wait, is that ‘run’?!?
Grabs Stranger's arm and pulls him closer Run? They want us to run? Why the fuck would they want us to run?
Idk, I ask the tribe member
Glances at the tribe member nervously Look, buddy, we appreciate the offer, but we need some answers before we decide to take off running. Takes a step back, keeping his hands visible What's going on here? Why do you want us to run? Tribe Member: gestures wildly, pointing to the dense jungle Danger!
wait danger? And why does this look like an abandoned ? camp?
Frowns, squinting at the abandoned camp Abandoned? That doesn't make any sense. This place looks like it was recently used. Glances at Stranger
strange indeed, I’ve never seen those clothes before… some footsteps snap a branch behind us
Swiftly turns around, gripping his rifle tightly Who the fuck is out there? Get down, Stranger! Crouches behind some cover, scanning the area for any sign of movement Tribe Member: Raises their weapon, eyes wide with fear Danger! Danger!
I faintly remember hearing about jungle people having connection to animals and plants to blend in, makes sense why we don’t see them often. oh no-
Whispers urgently Stranger, get your ass down! We're surrounded.
a small vine wraps around my neck as I slowly get dragged away from Rex
<Rex desperately fires shots into the air, hoping to scare off the attackers, but it only enrages them. They continue to drag Stranger deeper into the jungle.>
Barks loudly Hold on, Stranger! I'm coming! Fires a few warning shots in their direction You sons of bitches, let him go!
I’m drug further away, my hand grabs a hold of Rex’s boot, straining against the vines holding me back
Desperately tugs at the vines, trying to free Stranger Hang on, Stranger! I won't let them take you! Grits his teeth, muscles straining