Max's POV

I wake up with pain all throughout my body. There is nothing to look at around me besides foliage, rocks,and dirt. I try to stand up which shoots pain up my legs. As I turn my head around to find my pack I find out my neck is aching. I can only remember bits and pieces about what happened last night.

Woken up so I could be told to run away from our burning camp site. Chasing after my group to catch up, but then being snatched back by someone, having a hand cover my mouth. I didn't know who they were since they had all black on and a mask to cover their face. The clothing blended into the sky so nobody could see us. The person dragged me along towards the opposite direction from my group and shoved me into a helicopter. I was in it for about fifth-teen minutes until I was unanticipatedly shoved straight out of the helicopter and next thing I was falling at a rapid speed as the ground quickly came into sight. When I fell, I'm pretty sure I lost conscious for awhile.

It's around late noon now and the sun is bright in the sky.

"Good going Max." I mumble to myself. "You have no idea where you are and you can't find your supplies."

I scan the surrounding area until my eyes catch something shining. I walk over there and see my worn brown leather backpack covered with leaves and dirt. I bend down, ready to pick up my pack, when I hear a crunch. I pull out my dagger in one swift movement and spin around to the sound.

'What the-' I start to think. 'Stay focused, Max.' I think to myself.

I turn around and grab my pack and brush off the dirt and leaves, my guard still up. After I finish, I start to walk over to where the sound came from.

The first thing I notice is that the prints in the ground are shoe prints. Which would mean people live here. Next is that whoever was here is terrible about leaving a trail behind them. I figure following the trail wouldn't be so bad. I mean, it's not like I'm defenseless or anything. Plus, this person may be my only chance to survive here.

It starts to get dark around an hour later. I can already hear the sound of wild animals stirring so I need to find shelter. Quick. I wander around the trail so I could find it the next morning. A cave hidden by hanging vines it what I choose for shelter. I walk into the cave and make a 'bed.' A few extra shirts and a pair of jeans is all I have, along with my backpack. I fold the shirts and pants neatly and set them down to were I can sleep on them and use my backpack as a pillow.

"Night Max." I whisper and shut my eyes, dagger gripped tight in my hands.