"Those kids couldn't have gotten far.." Chris mutters, trekking through the thick and dense woods of wawanakwa Island, brows furrowed and tan hands running through his black wolf-cut, eyes darting around. It was around 7 P.M. by now, with the sunlight glittering in-between the trees as it set on the west side of the remote land.

You, his co-host, hiked with him, nodding at what he said. The teenagers were probably doing this on purpose, hiding far off, or maybe have already ran back to camp just to mess with the two of you. either way, you guys weren't happy.

At some point, Chris stepped forward and tripped over a rope- both of you being strung up into a net trap, limbs tangled. "ACK!" As soon as this happens, the sounds of laughter and twigs snapping are heard, as the shadows of the teens race by. they had trapped you two to go back to camp and relax. darn kids.