Snake woke up. As he looked around him, he wondered where he was, then a wave of memory flashed over him. He had been dropped off 500 miles east of an enemy base by his American Silent Ops. Organization,Foxhound. His mission- infultrate the base, set a charge, and destroy it from a safe distance. He had been dropped into the jungle with nothing but a silenced, lazer-guided pistol, a knife, a sheet, and 3 packs of rations.

Snake looked though his pack, just to make sure nothing was missing.
Everything was there. Sizing up his rations, he noticed one thing..."This is enough to last me though about a week." he whispered to himself. After eating a pinch of rations, he got up and walked over to a nearby stream. He reached his hands into the water and splashed the cold water onto his face. It was a nice shock to wake him up. He looked around, surrounded on all sides by large trees, many he could not see the peak of. He striped down to his pants and got into the water, washing himself thoroughly.

As he was exiting the water, he saw a long, juicy looking fish. Having eating only a bit of rations, and he looked at it, then stared. He pulled out his pistol almost instinctly, aimed the lazer at the fish, and fired. Instantly the fish began to sink, and Snake pulled it out of the water and dug his teeth into it, letting the blood and taste of meat seep though his teeth.

It tasted fresh, and brought out a side of him that reminded him of the neandrathals of the stone ages. After he had finished his meal, he began to walk steathily though the brush. He was shirtless, and a guard was not far from him. He slowly sneaked up behind the guard, grabbed him around the kneck, and dragged him behind a tree. He then broke his kneck and burried the corpse under the brush. Sitting against a tree, Snake closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.