I rewrote this chapter too (A second time too in October 22)because I think I messed up in the opening dynamic between Meg and Evan. It really sets the tone of how things will go and I need to make sure it stays consistent.

Meg awoke to the damp, perpetually drizzling setting of Redwood forest. A log cabin stood in front of her.

'Good' Meg thought. They were on the best possible map for survivors. Whichever killer they were up against already had that going against them. Meg closed her eyes and focused, trying to see which teammates she'd been paired up with.

Adam, Jeff, and Yui. They were quite the mixed bag when it came to talents and their skill gaps. Though Meg was confident they could survive.

Unfortunately, nearly all hope of the other three escaping died when Meg looked down at her feet. To Meg's surprise, and probably the horror of her teammates if they'd noticed yet, the Trapper was the killer. The bear trap at her feet denied any possibility of it not being so.

Her teammates were probably scanning the ground for open traps already. Despite how illogical the idea was that Trapper already had his web of traps set up, Meg didn't blame them. His traps were unique onto themselves and no other killer could offer the same type of threat that metal jaws could.

Almost immediately Meg felt acceptance that Adam, Jeff, and Yui were going to die. Non-veteran survivors almost never survived the veteran killers, much less one of the original three. The only way they could get out is if a skilled survivor was able to figuratively carry them out.

But at that thought, Meg's resolve hardened and she banished the cynical thinking. She wasn't going to just roll over and accept their deaths alongside defeat.

Meg wasn't too worried about herself. The Trapper was one of the smartest killers considering the nature of his power and how it entirely relied upon prediction and corralling. But she was one of, if not the best survivor, and knew the Trapper better than anyone. Even more than her fellow friends from the beginning.

That was something that her friends had picked up on. Meg always escaped the Trapper more than anyone. The redhead herself just chalked it up to having a knack for knowing where he and his traps would be.

Of course there were others who were like that, usually with their paired killer. The original three of course were always exceptions, but it had led to many believing that Meg and the Trapper were each other's respective counterpart.

Everyone knew that Nea first arrived with the Nurse, but no one could evade or call out the Wraith like she could. Sure Meg would surely last longer through simply from experience, but Nea could always see him coming, even if he was better at dealing with loops than her.

Claudette and the Hillbilly were like Meg and the Trapper as well, equal skills and a half and half chance of it going either way. Not many could dodge his chainsaw, but no one seemed to be able to so thoroughly juke him like Claudette. Even if he had his spiked boots for sharp turns.

It had always perplexed Meg that they had created a strange understanding with the original three. An acknowledgment of their silent intelligence that the killers returned. Meg blamed the realm, it had changed her, as it did everyone else here.

It was still changing them all, but for her and her family, it seemed to have only made them better people over the long run.

She supposed they improved because of the endless tests she faced, and had grown past the self pity and rage of being trapped long ago. It became exhausting, and in the end none of them had been quite willing or able to give up.

But she had been doing her best to keep track of things, and had noticed that herself, Nea, and Claudette didn't often die against the Wraith, Trapper, and Hillbilly.

Many would write it off as their knowledge of how the killers think giving them the advantage, and it had seemed that way to her at first too. But listening to Nea and Claudette mention things that and stuck out of the ordinary had roused her curiosity and doubt.

They made it seem as if the killers were holding back, it hadn't made sense at first and even after so long contemplating, it still didn't. Sure Meg had always wondered and hoped if there was any humanity within them, but it didn't mean there actually was anything more than a monster left.

Although she had seen the Hillbilly mow down Dwight or Jake, they would do the same maneuver that Claudette had taught them, and yet he rarely fell for it. But with Claudette, he never seemed to get her, and on the rare instances Meg was hiding nearby and got a chance to watch, it almost looked like his eyes widened in surprise if he did get her.

There was also hesitation, granted it didn't last long, but there was the split second where he didn't try and pick her up, even if he was safe from pallets or flashlights. It didn't even seem like he was trying to bait someone out either.

She had seen similar things whenever the Wraith snuck up on Nea, somehow remaining out of sight and silently uncloaking, grabbing her off a generator before she could react. His eyes were wide and he'd give a slight pause before returning to normal.

Even the Trapper with herself. His grip being almost gentle when removing her from a trap. His traps were still unique unto themselves and it had taken Meg far longer than she'd like to admit to train her mind to subconsciously avoid them. So stepping in one was rare for her.

It hadn't helped that he was the only killer who's traps truly immobilized their victims.

She didn't face him that regularly, sure the Hag had traps, but those just gave you a scare and told the Hag where you were. His outright injured or even downed you after holding you in place for a while.

But once she beat the learning curve and didn't panic, not running into his traps trying to escape in a manner that would work on every other killer, she'd actually survive. Something even Claudette, Dwight, or Jake had struggled with longer than her.

That was why she was considered his survivor.

But that didn't matter, weird possessiveness between killers and their survivors aside, she had a game to win. She had to carry the team here, her friends would only last so long against the master hunter and she wasn't willing to bet he was having an off day. So she got to work the closest generator. They needed breathing room, the generators were what was most important, once there were either two done or someone had already been hooked and wasn't getting off soon was when Meg would take over and keep him busy.

She could hear her heart beat fade in an out as the Trapper chased someone, Yui if the pained groans she heard were anything to go by.

The Asian was skilled, not ludicrously so, David or Nea had her beat, even Quinten had her beat in that area, but she was good enough.

Unfortunately the chase didn't last as long as Meg had hoped. Meg saw Yui run to a pallet right in the Jungle Gym Meg herself was in. She slammed the pallet down on the Trapper, but as Meg had already learned and usually predicted, the Trapper hit her before she could bring it down on him.

Yui screamed just as Meg completed her generator, and seconds later another rang out from afar. However, Meg couldn't celebrate considering the Trapper just broke the pallet right after.

She made a mental note that he was playing the game that way, smashing all the pallets to eliminate loops instead of trapping them. She'd have to watch out for traps at the windows if the pallets weren't going to be touched.

All of that flew through her head in a second as she did her best to hide behind the generator, using the noise to cover her breathing. This was not the best move, she knew he was smart enough to know she was in the area since it was just completed, but Meg needed to be close if she as going to save Yui.

The seven foot tall behemoth stepped over the shattered remains of the pallet, the wood snapping under his feet.

Black, greasy, and dirt covered overalls exposed metal rods lodged in his shoulders and right arm. He had donned his original mask for this trial. He came to a stop right over Yui, briefly searching the area instead of grabbing her.

Meg felt her heart stop when he looked right at the generator she'd just completed. She hadn't had the time to hide anywhere. All she had been able to do was hope the loud pistons hid her breathing and that he couldn't see her through the gaps of the now spinning cogs.

Meg let out the breath she'd held in when he bent down and grabbed Yui, throwing her over his shoulder and walking away. He briefly looked around for a hook and any survivor trying to get in his way.

In the clear, Meg sprinted hard after him, slowing to a crawl, using Nea's ability to seemingly glide across the ground while staying low. She speedily crept through the tall grass, around trees and rocks alike until she was near the hook Yui had been left on before freeing her. Then she got a small rush of adrenaline as she heard her heartbeat pick up again.

Turning around she saw the Trapper himself barreling towards her, staring her down menacingly, music fading in with the heartbeat as he got closer.

A smile crept over her face.

It was show time.

Meg leaned forward teasingly and gave him an overly seductive wink. Right after that she re-adjusted her stance and cocked one hip to the side as she waited, never breaking away from his form.

Most other survivors would have made a run for it by now, but Meg didn't want just any old chase. She wanted to get some enjoyment out of it, and she knew Trapper would be the most willing to give it to her. She saw it as part of the understanding she held for him.

He closed to about ten meters and she still didn't move. Under normal circumstances she should have been doomed to meet his cleaver, but she had an ace up her sleeve. So she waited.

Just a second or two more before she and him could have their fun.

'Man this place has really messed me up hasn't it?' Meg reflected to herself. She'd expect this kind of adrenaline junkie thinking from David.

He neared closer and closer, now within lunging distance he lashed out with the speed of a viper. His cleaver went high and came straight down at her head.

Meg, having used her time standing there to catch her breath, flung herself to the side. Strangely enough The Trapper didn't even try to adjust the course of his blade, instead just swinging as if he thought she would just stand there and take it.

Feeling particularly bold Meg went as far as to blow him a kiss and tap the cheek of his bone mask with the same hand she used before running. When she turned her head around she wasn't disappointed to see him following her relentlessly, cleaver tightly clutched in his hand, his footsteps somehow still thundering despite only walking on dirt and grass.

Meg ran through the pallet of a short wall jungle gym, purposely shuffling her feet to make him think she'd drop it before going for the window. The patter continued as Meg reacted to whatever direction he came from, constantly peeking through the gaps in the wood to keep track of where he was. Eventually the Entity intervened and blocked the window, leaving the pallet as her only option.

Still determined to buy as much time for her teammates as possible she kept doing her best to confuse him and wait to drop it. When she finally did, it connected with a satisfying thunk.

Meg paused for a split second to catch her breath and recharge. Maybe she could even tease him a little more before running away.

A loud grunt was the only noise he made as he stood back up to his full height once more.

'Sometimes I forget just how huge he is' Meg thought to herself, having to crane her neck back to loot at his mask.

A towering giant around 7 feet tall, maybe a little under, right arm and shoulder embedded with metal rods of varying length and contortion. His left arm only having two stray spikes poking out his bicep and forearm.

His skin was matted with soot, ash, blood, and scars. His left hand looked like it had been held down over a fire by the way it was splattered with red, pink, and black. His right hand clenched his cleaver tightly, going slack in an almost rhythmic pattern. His right hand was largely untouched beyond some small scars and blood.

It was only after a few seconds that Meg realized both of them were staring at each other from across the pallet. Yet despite the fact that her gut was screaming at her to run and put as much distance inbetween them as possible, she stood stationary, into his grinning mask, trying to see his face through whatever it was that made up the toothy smile.

And for some strange reason he did not move either. He did not try and go around the wall or break the pallet. He just stared, his head tilted slightly, hands twitching.

He continued to play with the handle of his cleaver, almost like his hand had a mind of it's own. His left hand twitched forward ever so slightly, almost as if he wanted to reach for her over the wooden barrier.

But that wouldn't be possible right? Killers never gesticulated or emoted about anything. The most they'd ever do was swing their weapons, spin in circles, or nod their head on the rare occasions they didn't attack survivors.

Gesticulation as well as movement beyond what they already knew was not allowed by The Entity. Though it didn't explain to freedom Meg had in this match, so maybe it was possible for him to reach for her?

They continued to stare at each other, seemingly enchanted by the other's presence.

Unfortunately for the both of them, the moment was ruined when a generator was completed in the distance. Marking the third to completion, and that if the Trapper wanted to not get punished, he'd have to kick it into overdrive.

So more driven then ever for a reason that most would not expect, he kicked the pallet only once and shattered it.

Meg's eyes widened in surprise and horror at the sight, not even at the fact that he had decided to break it, but that he had done it in one kick.

Since when could he do that!

It was always two kicks, never any more, never any less. Things didn't just deviate like that!

'What just happened!' Meg screamed at herself internally, having been too slow to react. That surprise had now left Meg entirely at The Trapper's mercy, as the red stain covered her form entirely.

Now too petrified to move she stood there frozen, looking up at The Trapper with wide panicked eyes, her arms raised to defend herself. Waiting for the agony of getting hit.

Yet it never came.

She peeked out in between her arms to look up at The Trapper as he stared down at her. His breathing loud and heavy, the air rushing down onto her head.

Her head barely came to his chest, craning her neck up to look him in the face. He was initially unmoving, seemingly enchanted at the sight of her as they were just moments ago.

Once more they were spiraling into another limbo.

The Trapper began twitching again, his right hand loosening its grip so much it almost looked like he'd drop his cleaver. The Trapper took one last step towards her, now mere inches apart he stared directly down at the runner, and her directly up at the hunter.

This time his left hand actually committed to reaching up towards her shoulder.

Just as it was about to make contact, the fourth generator dinged, closer than the last one, so close they could both clearly see Jeff run with his back turned towards them.

This once again snapped them both out of their daze, The Trapper, now at risk of loosing the game, couldn't afford to stare at her any longer.

His right hand dropped clipped his cleaver to his overalls and both his hands found her. She squawked as she was lifted up over his shoulder, instinct forcing her to wiggle with all her might.

When he stopped Meg could already feel a tingle in her left shoulder, and was bracing for the pain.

He shocked her once again when she was set down inside of a red locker, the paint a similar, but lighter shade of red than her hair. She glanced up at him with both appreciation and confusion, which was quickly replaced by shock and outrage as he pushed her inside and shut the doors on her.

She could see and hear the awful tearing sound as he literally bent the metal handles around each other, trapping her in the locker.

"HEY!" She yelled out, slamming her hands against the wooden doors and peeking out through the little slits on the top of the door.

"Let me out of here!" She emphasized her point by slamming her hands against the doors again. But all he did was stare for a few seconds, and then walk away. Presumably to get his cleaver and then skewer the others.

Meg threw her body weight against the doors. They pushed outwards but didn't give, and after three more failed attempts Meg wondered if they ever would.

The Trapper could obviously get her out, but he probably wouldn't come back until she was all alone.

He was saving her for last! Was she his obsession? Did he have that ability that let him get back on them faster after hitting them? That must have been why!

With the fear of the others being hurt and the plain refusal to stay trapped in the cramped locker, Meg found a new fire to help burn the door down.

Using her arm she crashed against the door, it let out a large rattle, no doubt alerting the Trapper she was trying to escape, but the heartbeat never arrived, so she just kept at it.

Her arm was now most likely red from all her escape attempts. Meg stopped trying to get the doors open, rubbing her free arm with a small sneer at the door.

By the time she felt ready to keep slamming at the door she could faintly hear her heartbeat, and the buzz in the back of her head warned of Adam's injury. A trap snapped shut followed by Yui's scream of pain.

No, no Meg couldn't let it end like this. She had to get them out, and she had to get herself out so the Trapper couldn't do... whatever it is he had in mind to her.

Sucking in a deep breath and with a growl of exertion Meg slammed into the doors and then fell onto the dirt when the bent handles snapped.

She scrambled to her knees to see the Trapper strike down Jeff less than 20 meters away, and she'd caught the masked killers attention. He glanced back and forth between her and the bleeding artist at his feet, obviously trying to figure out which to go for.

His feet carried him in her direction. She scrambled backwards, trying to get to her feet but somehow managing to stumble and fall flat on her butt. How she managed to fall, or even get locked inside the locker, she didn't know, but the why and how didn't really matter right now compared to what was approaching.

Meg pushed herself backwards until she bumped into the wooden walls of the jungle gym she was in. Turning her head slowly, already grimacing.

The sight she was greeted with surprised her, The Trappers cleaver was jammed in the dirt with enough force that it stayed upright. And the man himself was bent down on one knee as he watched her.

Meg found herself stuck staring into the holes of his mask, trying to clearly discern any of his facial features, but the mask, and most likely some Entity magic, kept it too dark to see.

It didn't last long, because with one last quick glance behind him at Jeff the Trapper turned back to her and scooped her up into his arms. He did it rather gently all things considered, even though it was a little sudden and quick. Strangely enough, instead of her stomach being pressed into his shoulder, it was her upper chest. He was holding her lower on his shoulder, both of his arms wrapped around her lower back and thighs.

He carried her to the second locker next to the one she'd already broken out of, and gently set her down inside of it. She tried to bolt out of a gap underneath his arm almost immediately, to which he responded by wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up with one arm. He used his free hand to shut one door and bend the handle, quickly placing Meg inside and using his strength to shut and lock her in.

Meg felt only despair as she remembered there were two more lockers next to her should she break out again, and now he'd probably try and corral them in this area so he could hook them and catch her if she got free.

She'd have to try and different approach this time. Maybe she could try and quietly unlatch the doors and get them open? Or maybe she could try applying constant pressure so the Trapper wouldn't hear her struggling until she was free.

Hopefully he'd be across the map when she broke out and if she could catch herself she'd be able to run and not stumble to the ground like some infant.

So she pressed her back against the wall and one foot agains the doors, both her arms against the sides to catch herself, and she put all her leg strength into it.

Jeff got hooked and rescued, then Adam was hooked and rescued and Meg still hadn't been able to get out.

Yui had just been hooked. It had almost been two minutes but Meg was close, the wood had been creaking more and splintering but it wasn't fast enough to satisfy her.

She had to intervene now or someone wasn't gonna make it.

Finally the door gave way with a loud screech and crash, blowing her cover. She caught herself, only stumbling slightly before she was running like a bat out of hell.

She sprinted towards the hook Yui was dangling off of, uncaring of how she could hear her heartbeat getting louder alongside the eerie music of the Entity.

She passed the main building, continuing on further as the heart beat got louder until she reached Yui in a circle of trees. Pulling her off just in time to see the Trapper strike Jeff to the ground like before. Adam came to the join the party as well, running in circles infront of the Trapper as he picked Jeff up.

Meg was rather surprised Adam would do something so stupid, he wasn't as new as Jill or Leon, he knew better than that!

As expected with The Trapper, his agitation made him much faster while carrying someone. Somehow Adam hadn't seen it coming and, still being injured, was downed.

The worst part however, was that they were right next to a hook, so Jeff got hung, and instead of going to grab Adam, the Trapper did a full one eighty, staring perfectly in between the gaps of the trees right at Meg and Yui.

Then he grabbed Adam and walked in the opposite direction, Meg didn't move for Jeff, the heartbeat wasn't quite enough to satisfy her yet. It was enough for Yui however, because she dashed forward thinking she was in the clear to save Jeff. This time Meg actually reached out to try and grab the Asian's arm but was too slow to react.

Just as Meg predicted the Trapper came out of a bush without anyone over his shoulder, cleaver swinging.

Yui screeched as she went down, bleeding profusely along side her two other friends.

Now Meg was all by herself with her three teammates downed and the killer who knew her best. That same killer who also had some weird thing with caging her in lockers. Meg could only think of one or two scenarios that were worse.

Granted both of those two situations had the exact same circumstances except one was her trapped and alone with the Clown while the other was Freddy.

This time The Trapper didn't hesitate picking up Yui and heading for the closest hook, Meg took what was probably her only chance and made a beeline for Jeff as Adam crawled out of the bush he had been carried into.

Unfortunately the hook Yui died on was unfairly close, so she was only half way done healing Jeff when The Trapper came back.

Meg and Jeff ran side by side without even looking behind. She heard the telltale sound of his cleaver being raised, and taking the logical guess, shouldered her way inbetween Jeff and the Trapper.

She was rewarded with a slice down her shoulder and back.

Screaming in pain she lunged forward with the momentum and using her natural speed to get as far as possible.

Fortunately for her the Trapper just ignored her for Jeff, despite it being both the opposite and exactly what she wanted. She wasn't proud of it, but her teammates stupidity made it hard to feel very bad for them, especially knowing they'd come back.

Meg finally slowed her sprint across the grass, going around a corner of the main building and crouching just behind a vault. She peeked her head out to see the red outline of Adam getting hung a foot or so off the ground a decent distance away.

Meg climbed the stairs, finding a somehow unopened chest on the second floor. She wanted to shout with joy when her fingers pried it open to find a med kit inside. She healed herself, but by the time she finished and focused on what was happening she saw the red aura of Jeff's body getting carried into the sky. And she couldn't she Adam's aura anywhere.

He had probably killed himself so she could get the hatch. But now she was all alone with the Trapper.

Her only objective now was to find the hatch, she couldn't hear any humming nearby. So unfortunately she'd have to risk it and run for it.

But she was always great at running.

She knew it was pointless to be stealthy. What good was it if she got to the hatch undetected if The Trapper found it first? So with that in mind, she sprinted as hard as she could around the map to the areas it could be in.

Scouring the walls and vaults, doing her best to listen for the otherworldly hum. And when she did finally hear it her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. But then she heard the heartbeat, and panic crept in.

She had to beat him there!

Without wasting a moment to stop she kept running for it, her feet pounding on the dirt as she got closer to the noise. Finally, she rounded a corner and her heart sank.

Standing right there, was the Trapper, his foot close enough to touch the metal frame of the hatch. The worse part was that he was staring right at her.

She immediately did her best to spin around and make a break for it, but that was hard to do when someone was grabbing you. She screeched as he pulled her back against his chest, his arm fully wrapping around her as her arms were awkwardly angled upwards, making it almost impossible to struggle.

Thankfully like the last time his grip wasn't trying to break her wrist and he didn't yank her so hard that she lost all sense of equilibrium.

Once she had regained her balance she could feel him tugging her gently towards him. Her eyes widened when he pulled her so close she could feel his breath on her.

Utter dread crept through her, her muscles as tense as stone as he looked down at her through his mask, seemingly searching for something in her expression.

Meg knew all he'd see were wide eyes of terror and a clenched jaw.

Seemingly realizing there were better ways to do this, he blew Meg's mind.

"I am not going to hurt you." He rumbled.

Meg's jaw went slack, killers didn't speak in trials. Period.

He stared down at her still, as if waiting for her to say something back. Meg struggled to even come up with a response, still baffled at everything that had happened, first the weird freak trial with that girl who she hadn't seen since, and the next day all the known rules of the trials were being broken right before her very eyes!

She tried to stutter out anything she could in response.

All that came out however, was jumbled gibberish.

The Trapper tilted his head at her. To Meg, it almost looked like he was confused.

Meg rattled her brain to the best of her ability trying to come up with what to do, her heart still beating out of her chest. She couldn't help but stare at the sharp metal hooks in his right arm how that she had the chance. Gosh those looked painful, how did he not collapse from agony?

"What is your name?" He asked, snapping her away from her chaotic train of thought.

Meg felt like she couldn't get anymore shocked at this point. The Trapper, one of the most skilled and dangerous killers, who struck fear into the hearts of all survivors, veteran or not, was asking for her name.

"I-u-uh, Meg." She said weakly.

He didn't physically react, but his following tone

"I should have been more clear. May I know your full name?" He asked with amusement, his tone creating a sense of indignation in her.

Meg mostly felt light headed though, this was too much, all of it was so surreal. So unnatural even. Then again, in a world like this, how could she ever see anything as unnatural?

"M-Megan, Thomas." She stuttered.

"It's my pleasure to meet you Megan. My name, is Evan Macmillan." He said politely, almost pleasantly.

Meg's eyes flashed in recognition, his family must have owned the mining company that made up the Macmillan estate! It all made so much more sense now, they had known that killers usually had their own maps from their past lives, but they just assumed it was where they had killed the most.

He didn't say anything afterwards, but instead he slowly turned her around so her back was facing him.

She panicked all over again, tensing the point of almost hurting herself, she braced for what he would do. Meg usually didn't get this scared easily. She knew the extent of what the killers could do to her, and they had never been able to harass her in a sexual manner. The most any of them could do was leer at her like The Clown did.

But now? With all the strange exceptions happening, she might as well be a sitting duck in more ways than one.

However she was pleasantly surprised when instead of anything indicating he was going to rape her, she felt the fingers of one hand gently stroke the edges of her bandaged wound.

She turned her head back to look at him and saw he was closely examining his handy work. He never touched the actual injury itself however, just gently running the rough pads of his fingertips in a tracing motion on the little skin that was exposed in between her torn vest and the bandages.

Several emotions and thoughts ran through her head, but the most prevalent was fury. Had had murdered Adam, Yui, and Jeff without any remorse and now was examining her like he was concerned!

"Proud of your work there buddy!" Meg snapped at him, twisting violently for emphasis. To which he just gripped her tighter.

He didn't say anything at first, simply staring into her eyes through his awful mask. Oh how she wanted to tear that thing off and smash it so badly. She could see his jaw flex and drop slightly like he was opening his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I apologize for hurting you." He said in a monotone voice.

Meg's eyes went as wide as saucers.

"I had never intended to hurt you, it was meant for the one with the beard. Unfortunately I am unable to fix this mistake I have made, so I will let you go." He traced the wound one more time, and gently herded her to the very edge of the hatch.

"W-wait hold on!" Meg blurted out, gripping the front of his overalls so she wouldn't fall over or into the hatch.

"You're just gonna let me go? And you can talk? Why?" She questioned, bewilderment shone through the learnt terror and fear.

He didn't move at first, silence ringing out in the confines of the wooden walls, only serving to make Meg more nervous.

"Yes, yes, and even I do not fully understand." He said. And just like that, he grabbed her hands with his own rough calloused ones, and forced her grip off his overalls. She was now leaning back over the hatch with him holding her wrists.

"This will not be the last time we will cross paths, I need to understand this complex situation just as much as you do." He said, the promise clear in his tone.

Then he let go.

"Thank you." She shouted out as she fell backwards, instinct forcing her to flail her arms in an attempt to catch herself.

Unfortunately for her once again, she was tossed around like a rag doll when she made it back to the campfire, landing in a heap next to the flames.

"What happened!" Claudette shouted to her, rushing over.

Meg lifted her head to see the botanist smoothly slide across the dirt to her side and getting dirt all over her already dirty jeans. The dark skinned girl was giving her a once over for any injuries after being tossed around.

Meg couldn't bring herself to respond, choosing to simply give into the exhaustion and let her head drop as she passed out right then and there.