Sweat beaded his brow. Tumbling down his temple as the sun beat down on his skin. The cool air caressed his body giving him slight comfort. His heart was the only thing he heard. The sound of blood pulsing through his body was quite frankly the only thing keeping him alive.

My boots crunched the dead brittle leaves under my feet as I walked through the rain forest. A bag slung over my shoulder and a gun in my hand. I shivered from the cold drift that wafted through the area.