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footprints soft patter sponge mud forsaken **jungle** vine solitary yet uncomfortable balance red slush clearing sense danger stillness curiosity venture forth surprise shrapnel distant yells disorientated lost consciousness fitful confusing

(Carlson) wants (to complete the objective) because (then he'll be able to leave the jungle), but (he foolishly falls for an enemy tripwire and is captured).

Climax will be when he falls into a ravine and an incoming explosive causes rubble to fall, and Carlson must decide on whether he will guarantee his survival by running out the other side of the ravine, or finish the objective by hiding and reporting intelligence that could save some of his comrades, but will require constant risk for his safety.

The Story

Placed highly in the fears of the locals, there is a place that is said to house many monstrosities. Most of these terrible creatures were myths really, and honestly I can't call it a coincidence that anybody with a high school education that I've ever met doesn't believe in them. But at least the fear of these "mythological creatures" keeps the civilians out. Me however, I have to go into this forsaken jungle looking for some kind of organized military force that may or may not be any more existent than the fairy tales surrounding the place. The only things here are mud, mosquitoes, and the nauseating feeling that you're walking on a dirty sponge. The only thing I can agree on the villagers on is the mud, with it's scarlet color it would be hard to tell whether or not you're standing where something just met it's demise. But that's just one of the things that makes this place so disturbing. If it seems that I'm just whining my time away, that's exactly what I'm doing. When you're in a place like this you need to find something to pass the time.

Carlson was a foot soldier that had a habit of focusing on everything he hates, Instead of where he is going...

When Carlson decided to check on how close he was to actually getting out of the forest, he was for the fifth time this week disappointed to find himself in an unknown location, and with good reason. Because after swearing numerous times to himself he finally noticed that he could hear voices. Deciding that he should be careful about this, he switched into stealth mode, which really for him just translated to crouch, and in his case it just made more noise. Anyways he decided to walk towards the voices that he heard, deciding that he should try to get visual confirmation that there was indeed people talking. But unfortunately for him, there was a tripwire that he hadn't noticed. But this was understandable, because it was fifteen feet away and was set off by a fallen branch. There was the sound of... something unrecognizable over the ringing in Carlson's ears.

Several seconds later two poorly armored guards ran to where they heard an explosion, and found a lightly wounded man. "Amazing" they had though, this man must have been some kind of super soldier to be able to survive a blast like that. They decided despite their chances to try and capture him, which was a simple matter due to the fact that he was temporarily deaf.

Carlson was pissed, more than he could ever remember. His shift had been almost over, and had been considered successfully for relocation taking effect the next week. He **had** to get out, this was a matter of severe importance for him.

To be continued...