you see what looked to be dead people. in the middle of the forest on Island wawankawa where 16 people had died, in the slaughter that happened here.

“why are we having a meeting again?” snarled one with water dripping

“dunno ... Did you hear that?” one with a tv mumbled

“i smell human blood…” one whispered

they all looked at you. You where bleeding from the sores from the sharp tree branches and rocks you hit on the way, dirt on the sores. What happens now?..