“Note to self; never go on a jungle expedition alone ever again,” Matt grumbled into his recorder, shutting it off and tucking it into his pocket. He’d been exploring for a week now, having separated from his research team.

He groaned and looked around again. “Where the hell am I?” he muttered, suddenly hearing a twig snap behind him. He looked around, grabbing his own machete for safety.

Until he saw a tribesman, around his age, hiding in the trees, his bow and arrow pointed at Matt.