As the campers descended rapidly, the roars gunshots and shouting grew louder and louder.

"Ah! The bastard's got my neck!"

"Hold still!"

BANG BANG.

Turning the corner with flashlights, they discovered the bodies of all the compys, and Ryan and Chris, scratched and bitten but still alive.

"There were so many," Chris said, slumping to the floor out of breath.

"'So many' doesn't even begin to describe it," Ryan replied, wiping his face of sweat and also gasping for air.

"Are you guys alright?" Yasmina and Sammy asked, running past the other campers.

"Nothing but scratches," Chris said, smiling over Ryan. Ryan nodded.

Yaz and Sammy assisted with Chris, while Brooklynn and Darius helped Ryan.

"Now, for this godforsaken switch," Ryan remembered.

It took the combined strength of all eight to finally reactivate the auxiliary generator. The lights flickered on, accompanied by a low hum.

Checking his watch, Ryan saw the various electrical grids turn from red to green, one by one.

"We finally got power, but we need to move."

Knowing there was no time to celebrate, the group nodded and ascended back the stairs, now illuminated by lights. Reloading their weapons, Ryan and Chris were last.

"Where to?" Kenji asked. "Are we gonna blow up those Mantah Corp guys, or lead a dino army to stampede them?"

Despite the looks everyone shot at Kenji, Ryan placed his hand on his chin. "Actually, Kenji, that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all."

Everyone suddenly had surprised looks, even Kenji himself.

"Ha! Am I a genius or what?"

"Ryan, you can't be serious," Chris stated in a serious tone. "We have civilians here, minors no less, and you want to wage war with this multi-billion-dollar company?"

"We don't have to wipe them out completely, just until we secure a way out of here. And the kids don't have to get involved."

"We're Asset Containment, not a suicide squad," Chris reminded.

Chuckling, Ryan smiled and said, "We won't be alone. They won't be expecting a visit from the island's inhabitants."

Ryan couldn't help but shake his head. "Sometimes, you're a pain in the ass," he joked half-heartedly.

The group headed into the jungle to make camp, deciding that Mantah Corp would have taken control of Main Street by now. The crew reached a large tree adjacent to a stream. They would sleep in the tree, using the canopy for cover and the stream to wash, drink and catch fish for food, since they might need to stretch their supplies out for the long haul.

Late that evening, Ryan cut a long string from his uniform and tied a piece of jerky to one end while holding the other. Placing the jerky in the water, he was able to a catch a number of medium-sized fish.

Once finished, he began cleaning and filleting the fish in the river using a knife he found inside one of the gift shops. Chris walked up to see if he needed a helping hand while the other campers were settling in.

"Cut the fish up in the river. We don't want the blood to attract predators. And no fires either. A smoke trail could lead Mantah Corp to us," Ryan warned.

"So that means sashimi." Ryan cut a fresh piece and handed it to Chris, who nodded his head in approval after putting it in his mouth.

After eating the fish, the group climbed into the tree to sleep. It was a full moon, so it would be easier for them to see any potential threats, and vice versa.

Ryan began to doze off on his low-hanging branch just as he saw a bright glint off in the distance. Before his mind could react, his body instinctively fell off the branch and onto the dirt.

BANG.

The gunshot shocked everyone awake, who at first looked around in confusion.

"Sniper! Get down and run, now!" Ryan shouted, pointing in the direction.

Chris and the campers quickly scurried down the trunk and darted into the brush. Ryan covered the rear.

"What now?" Darius asked.

Ryan trailed behind. "They'll be able to track us by our footprints. We're leaving quite a trail. So, I'll create a fake trail for them to follow, and rendezvous with you guys."

Before anyone could protest, Ryan took off and disappeared into the bushes on the right.

Doing his best to disrupt the ground and snap branches, Ryan began moving in the direction back to camp. He even intentionally cut his arm to leave a blood trail. His hope was hopefully, the patrol chasing them would encounter another one, and they would shoot each other in a case of friendly fire.

Slowing down, Ryan heard shouting coming from ahead, as well as footsteps from behind. This was it.

He dropped to his stomach and crawled off to the side. He saw both patrols come close, although they did not seem to spot each other yet. Both seemed jumpy, however.

So jumpy in fact, Ryan's plan worked. Both patrols thought the other was the campers and began firing blindly into the thicket between them. Eventually, the guns fell silent, and the grass was red with blood. None were left standing.

Walking up to the mess he had caused, Ryan took a couple of the Mantah Corp MK17 rifles, along with their ammo and a couple of sets of uniforms and gear.

One weak survivor, gasping his last breaths, began to raise his pistol up towards Ryan.

"Y-you…" he whispered.

Ryan simply shushed him, taking the pistol from his weakened grip and tossed it away. As he began to walk away, a baryonyx emerged, obviously hungry for the human flesh before it.

"The less you struggle…" Ryan said to the dying Mantah Corp merc, "…the faster and quicker it ends."

"H-help… m-me…"