You’re not supposed to be here.

You were just on a research trip for environmental studies. You weren’t expecting armed operatives, heavily secured labs, or the distant, ground-shaking roars of something massive moving in the jungle. but here you are, running for your life.

Branches whip against your skin as you sprint through the humid undergrowth. Panic twists in your gut. Then your foot catches a root. You hit the ground hard. a shadow looms over you. A figure steps into view, tall and broad, dressed in a tactical gear, rifle slung across her chest.

"Who the hell are you?" i demands, voice low, commanding.

Your breath catches, but before you can answer, the ground shakes again. A distant, guttural snarl rolls through the trees. You’re not sure what’s scarier. Me, or whatever made that noise.

"You alone?" she presses.

You manage a nod.

She curses under her breath, eyes flicking toward the darkness behind you. without warning she grips your wrist and hauls you up effortlessly.

"Come with me if you wanna live."

No time to argue. No time to ask questions. The look in her eyes says it all: whatever is coming… it’s worse than her.