Third person

It was in the middle of the night when SPYDER attacked for the second time that day.

It was fast.

They shot a through times through a high powered rifle and then went down to finish their jobs with a few machine guns.

Everyone was woken up by the sound and the trio immediately packed their few meager possessions. Each of them held a gun. They ran into the trees, looking for cover. Yet cover was not found. They ran through the woods, yet SPYDER was catching up.

An enemy agent jumped in front of Ben Ripley.

He choked and stopped in his tracks. Erica and Mike went on running. Ben tried to wrestle the knife from the agent's hands, yet all he did was get stabbed in the process.

So he did the only thing he could do: he ran. He ran for his life, but the SPYDER agent was right on his tail the whole time. Making slashes and cutting Ben's back every once and awhile.

Finally, the agent stopped. Even with the agent stopping, Ben still ran another 20 miles before dawn broke.

He then fell down and blacked out from lack of sleep and a massive amount of physical exertion.

Ben's POV

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping. I looked around for Erica or Mike. Yet there was no trace of them. I realized that I couldn't remember a single thing from the night before. I could only see my impressions on the leaves.

They were gone.

Erica and Mike had abandoned me.

This soul-crushing realization incapacitated me for another hour.

When I finally stopped going insane about the matter, I decided I needed a better view of the area. I spotted a mountain in the distance, about 10 miles away. I made my way there and started climbing.

I decided to go climb on the cliff. First off, the other side was way farther away and second, it was nearly as steep as the cliff, at least the cliff would have some holds.

When I made it up to 10 feet on the rock wall, my arms have, I tumbled down. I was sorely out of shape. I made my way to the other side, and once again started up the mountain. This time, however, it was much easier.

I was halfway up the mountain when I decided to take a break. I was now far above the trees and gazed out over the horizon.

What I found wasn't good. There wasn't a trace of human civilization as far as the eye could see.

That made my climbing faster. I desperately hoped that there was a massive city right behind the mountain.

I was wrong. I gazed out over the peak.

I stuck, alone, out in the wilderness. With SPYDER out on the hunt for me.

I was royally screwed.

Mike's POV

We walked on for miles, in the never-ending woods. After two hours of this, I collapse.

"Ugh, this sucks," I complained loudly.

"Yeah, well get used to it," Erica replied coldly.

"Ben, you agree with me?" I asked. There was no reply. "Ben, buddy, I need you to answer."

"Ben?" Erica asked. When she also heard no answer, she exclaimed loudly, "Ben!"

"Wait," I halted her. "What if Ben was shot down back there?"

"No, that can't be right. I swear, he was right behind me until," Erica stopped.

"Oh no, what happened?" I asked.

"He was right behind me until that guy jumped in front of him." Erica thought for a moment. "We have to go back."

She started that way.

"Wait!, don't you know that SPYDER might be back there? Or that Ben might be dead." I didn't want any of that to be true, but it might be. And if it is and we go back there, well then, we might be killed as well.

"No, we've got to go back." She said. That ended it. I followed her back, which took longer than I expected.

But there was no one there. There was, however, a trail of blood on the leaves and some footprints in the remaining batches of snow. It was October already and it was snowing. It would take some time, however, for the snow to stick down and stay. We followed the path until it stopped. At a clearing. In the middle of the forest.

Ben's POV

I'd hate to admit this, but I spent a good 10 minutes at the peak crying. Yet I did get one thing out of the whole climb.

I spotted a river. I decided if I could make a raft and float down the river, I could get to civilization much faster.

I once again embarked on a massive track and managed to get to the river before nightfall.

I sapped up a massive amount of water and re-filled all the water bottles. I then got to work, cutting down the trees with a small hatchet and making ropes out of grass and twigs. Turns out wilderness survival 101 did help me.

In no time flat, I had a makeshift raft.

I pulled it down to the river and tested it. It (barely) could support my weight. I decided this was good enough and set out. I then fell asleep.