Epilogue 2 Marty Gutierrez

After the initial attacks on the babies, Marty Gutierrez thought it would be necessary to contact the San Jose Government. So over the next few weeks they had decided to send down some other researchers and scientists down to Puntarenas, and the various other places where these biting incidents had taken place. The San Jose Government had placed a man called Fernando Reyes in charge. They had set up two small camps across two areas, to find these animals for further study, because they were worried about disease, and the problems they had caused in recent weeks, so it was obvious that the Government was worried. They had a team of about seven people here at this camp and another five at the other camp, so they would get this mystery solved as quickly as they can, then inform the Government of their findings.
"So what do you expect to find, senor?" Gutierrez said to Fernando Reyes.
They were both stood on one of the beaches. The other taller man didn't respond straight away. He was just staring out into the ocean.
"Whatever it is you found to be honest," Fernando answered after a few minutes. "You found only a dead, partially eaten one."
"And that could be the last of them," Gutierrez said. It was true that the attacks and various other incidents had died in the last few weeks. But as usual the government wanted to be on the safe side.
"True," Fernando said, thinking about. "But you can't be too sure. If it is a species driven from deep within the jungle, then it's possible it could happen in the future. And we don't want to damage tourism and our reputation."
"I agree with that," Gutierrez admitted, nodding his head in agreement.

Over the next few days, they would go out into the jungle in small groups of two or three each morning, afternoon and evening, in hope of finding something. Gutierrez and two other men, one called Adriano and the other called Alejo. With radios, backpacks, and pistols with tranquiliser darts.
They were setting off into the jungle. It was now mid afternoon, so they had to take supplies of water with them to keep them dehydrated. They walked through the jungle; all three of them were silent as they moved through the foliage, walking on a narrow dirt path. They could hear the usual sounds of the jungle, the birds, howler monkeys, cicadas.

Gutierrez kept his eyes and ears open, as they kept on walking. He heard the sound of something being opened, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw one of the other men—Alejo, open a bottle of water. He then carried on looking ahead of him.
"Doesn't seem to be anything odd around here," the other man, Adriano said, finally breaking the silence between the three men. Alejo just nodded in agreement.
"It takes time," Gutierrez said, just loud enough for them both to hear.
Gutierrez looked further up the path, and about seven feet ahead he saw a figure of something that was partially concealed by the foliage that was by the side of the path. He turned and signalled to the other two men, telling them he's seen something. He dashed over to the object or whatever it was he had seen, and kneeled down beside it. He could smell the odour of decay.
"What is it?" Adriano said, as the two men ran over to him, and stood by his side.
Gutierrez pushed away the foliage that had concealed it. He saw that it was a body of something. It look like a howler monkey but it was hard to say, it had torn flesh, and maggots crawling all over it.
"I don't think this is worth it," Alejo said, covering his nose and mouth with one hand.
Gutierrez agreed with him. So he got back to his feet and they continued on with their search.
After two hours of walking their search had found nothing, and it was starting to go dark. So they made their way back to the camp, with no findings or anything of the sort.

The searches throughout the nearby jungle continued for the next few weeks, they found no living specimens of any new animals, which Gutierrez found rather perplexing. As their search continued they found a handful of bones, fragments and other remains of animals that were being sent back to San Jose for further study, but it would be difficult to differentiate fragments from contemporary species to possible new species.

After about two weeks of searching the government called off the investigation, wrapping it up; they said they didn't want to waste any more funds or people's time searching for something that doesn't exist. Fernando and his team returned back to civilisation, with next to nothing to show for it. He thought it had been a total waste of time, which is was clear. Progress had been slow; forget that, there was no progress...Fernando thought on the journey back to San Jose.

Marty Gutierrez on the other hand returned to the Biological Reserve he had been working at before he had called out to Puntarenas to visit the hospital and see that girl Becky Banks. At the moment he was sat in his office. Things went back to normal for him, over the next few months. Which was good, for a whole lot of different reasons, Marty thought to himself. It is strange though that an animal, that appears to be a new species appear over a number of weeks then disappear, without a real trace, unless they only had a small population due to deforestation, but still if they'd died you'd fine some skeletons or remains which they did do, so that could be it, Gutierrez thought. And if they have died out, they would become extinct, which would explain why there had been no more attacks on the babies, children and infants. "That must be it," Gutierrez said aloud. That train of thought made him feel at ease. "It's just too bad that we couldn't get a live species." He then heard his phone on his desk ring. He picked it up.
"Hello?" He said. A man started talking to him. After he had finished Marty was puzzled with this new information.