BS: Alrighty, guess I had a bit of a mix up here. Kind of embarrassing on my part... Well, I first thought I uploaded this chapter yesterday as well, and cause' of that I got a little mixed up and thought I wouldn't update today. Buuuuttt since this wasn't uploaded Imma upload this and the next chapter today as well. It'll be later once I get it all typed up, so expect another update around in an hour or so. Kind of like an appology for making things kind of confusing. Anyways I don't own Far Cry 3 or any recognizable characters, just Chelsea Lidell. For now anyways *hint hint*

Now for the little thanky-thanks :3

Ace (guest): I'm glad you like it. It was your review that actually cleared things up to be honest. And yeah, I didn't want to start in the middle of the story line like a derp cause' I really wanted to kinda get into what all happened to them before the Island. I saw the cut scene when I stumbled upon the youtube video of what happens when you eat the red pill in cave, and thought it was pretty cool. Had to make an alteration with Keith getting all defensive, but other than that I think it's pretty accurate. Plus I wanted to get more in depth with Keith and Chelsea as well as how tight knit they all were as a group of friends, as well as some comedic background on them too. Anyways, thanks for reveiwing, I really appreciate hearing your thoughts on every chapter. :)

SharpAngel: Thanks for the review, and yeah Hatchet may not be the best book, but at least it gave me some reference on the next chapter right? haha

Chapter Three: Escape

As we started to flee from the oncoming jeep, panic spread through our bodies and gave us a rush of adrenaline that could only be achieved out of deep fear from a flight reflex. Another truck darted out a good few feet in front of us, and we all came to a halt, looking for a place to go as the first truck pulled up behind us and also stopped. We whirled around, glancing between the trucks as yet another one came up and blocked any escape we had.

"Let go of me!" Jason yelled as one of the guys jumped him, pushing him to the ground when he tried to fight.
"Get them in the truck!" A thick toned accent commanded. It was plainly obvious these people were residents on the island, since they didn't have the typical Bangkok accent or any other I recognized. I saw one advance towards me, and I stepped away from him as Keith swung his fist at the guy.
"Don't touch her!" He yelled, pulling me behind him as he faced the guy. The masked guy shook his head, probably glaring at Keith from behind his sunglasses as another guy joined him.
A fight had broke loose between most of the guys, as Liza and Daisy were dragged into the jeep by more masked men, kicking and yelling for help the whole time. Jason had been knocked unconscious, and Grant was getting overpowered as him and Ollier tried to keep them away from Riley.
"Keith!" I yelled as the guy smacked him in the chest with the blunt of his gun, my eyes widening as he stumbled and clutched his chest.
"Chelsea, get out of here!" He yelled towards me, tackling the guy to make room for me to leave.
"I'm not leaving you here-"
"Go!" He yelled, keeping the guy back as I felt a sob rise from my chest and my legs starting to lead me away from the place.
"Chelsea!" I heard Riley yell out in warning and I made myself go faster, vision blurry as tears streamed down my face. I headed towards the brush, my mind screaming at me to go faster as I pushed myself to keep running-to escape.
"Ah!" I screamed out, falling towards the sand as excruciating pain bursted from my thigh and a gunshot rang through the area.
"Got you now!" I heard someone yell in triumph.
"Chelsea!" Keith called, and when I looked back, I saw one of the men slam his gun against his head, knocking him out cold.
"Keith!" I sobbed, noticing one of them start running towards me. I tried to get myself up, feeling the sting of the bullet that had deeply grazed the side of my left thigh as I limped towards the brush. I was close-so close I could practically feel the humidity that the jungle gave off. I clutched at my bleeding thigh, stumbling into the lush vegetation loudly as I looked for somewhere to hide. I let out a yelp as I stumbled over a jutted out root, rolling down the hill as twigs scraped against my face. I stopped rolling inside a thick fern, my body fatigued and the wind knocked out of me as I struggled to breath. I heard the pirate come thundering down the hill, my hand covering my mouth to muffle the ragged breathing as I closed my eyes and silently cried and prayed he wouldn't find me.
I heard him come down the hill, branches crunching under his thick soled shoes as he passed and stopped right in front of me. I was still, not even daring open my eyes in fear he would be looking right at me.
I don't know how long passed, but to me it felt like an agonizingly long amount of time before he cussed and trudged back up the hill angrily. When there was only silence around me, I took a deep breath, starting to cry out of fear for not just myself, but for the friends I had left behind. I didn't know what would happen to them, or even if I would ever see them again. It scared me to think I wouldn't spend girl time with Liza and Daisy, hear war stories from Grant, occasionally get high with Ollie, joke around with Riley and Vincent, or even wake up to my fiance anymore. I felt my heart drop and hear my crying get slightly louder, what if I never saw Keith again? What if he died because he tried to let me escape? What if that head injury didn't just knock him out? It was possible an injury like that could crack a skull, bruise the brain, or cause it to bleed. Either of those outcomes would kill him within 24 hours.
It could be possible I never see any of them again, because I took the only chance to leave... a wave of guilt hit me like a brick wall, and I pulled my knees to my chest and continued to cry. It should have been Grant to escape, with his military experience he would probably have the highest chance of getting everyone out. Or maybe Riley-he was technically a pilot after all- he could find a plane and get help. But no, it's just me, and I knew nothing except how to patch up a few wounds.
As if to bring it back to my attention, my thigh gave a painful throb, and I outstretched it with a wince, glancing at my blood soaked jeans and the gaping hole on the side of my thigh. It bled profusely, spewing red all over the ground. If I had any hope of fending off infection, I needed to stop the bleeding and get it covered.
Furiously wiping the tears from my cheeks I undid my bandana and folded it to add more padding. I wrapped it around my thigh and securely tied the bandana around the wound. I took deep, slow paced breaths as I tried to calm myself, exhaustion overwhelming my body as I just sat, doing nothing as tears dried on my face and I stared blankly at the darkening jungle around me.

I was alone, and there was no telling when, or if that would ever change...