Figuring that getting through the muck would be treacherous, the group resolves to build a raft. Maybe it will work. Right?
After wasting a half hour gathering branches and vines, you quickly realize that building a raft must look a lot easier in movies. Why didn’t you bring some rope?!
The tangled mess of branches and vines looks as you it may yet support your weight. It must at least support two people’s weight at the same time, however, so it can carry one across and return for another. Why didn’t you bring some oars?!
You decide that if it can carry both the overweight silent guy and muscle man Chad at the same time, then it has to be “bog-worthy”. Chad climbs on, and you shove the creepy, weirdo forward to step onto the raft as well. He doesn’t exactly look well though.
With some coaxing silent guy steps a foot onto the raft. It seems to stay buoyant, though it is partially submerged. Chad and the other guy paddle with their arms and a large chunk of bark. The bark snaps in half a short way into the bog and they’re forced to resume with their arms.
Chad boasts that this is no big deal and that it’ll be a good workout. After what seems like forever, the two of them bump up against the opposite bank and the silent guy steps off. You yell for him to head to the cove to find some help while Chad begins the slow swim back. He turns and stomps off through the jungle.
When Chad reaches the middle of the bog he exclaims that the vines are slipping. You don’t even have time to shout a reply as the raft breaks apart and Chad falls into the water. Chloe screams for him to swim, Jamie yells for him to float on his back. Chad panics.
The branches get torn apart and are pushed away as Chad fails to gain purchase of the quickly dismantling raft. Chad bellows as the remaining branches give way beneath his weight and he falls into the water. After a few moments, Chad stands up. The water is only about waist deep.
Everyone begins to laugh in relief. Chad grabs the one remaining branch and throws it away from him in triumph. Jamie tells him to swim over the surface to the other end and help that other guy find help for us.
Chad nods, but his smile quickly fades. Everyone looks on with dread at what could possibly wrong now. He says that he can’t get his feet out of the mud. And you may be crazy, but wasn’t he only waist deep a second ago? All over Chad begins to panic.
Jamie shouts for him to remain calm as the group begins lioking for debris to throw to him as a floatation device. It’s no good though. He continues to shout and splash. The water level is quickly approaching his chin.
Chad sticks his face upward and gasps for breath, reaching for air. The water engulfs his face. Chloe screams and cries uncontrollably. You see his arms flail for a bit and then go limp.
What to do? This is impossible. How can all this be happening? Where did the weirdo go? You need help. What can be done?
The flare! Maybe you could signal other tourists from the cove to come help…
Chloe sits in the grass whimpering. Jamie crouches at the shoreline, elbows on knees, hands on face, incredulous about what just happened. You pull out the flare gun and point it skyward. The sudden crack and spark of light startles the others, but they quickly fall back into stunned silence.
After about 20 minutes, you begin to hear faint voices coming from the other end of the bog. The three of you stand up and begin shouting for help. A short time later the silent guy emerges from the trees with another person. Your shouts turn hopeful, and you explain what happened to Chad while forcing down the rising emotion and fear within you.
The man studies the swamp and says that he should be able to unhook his motor from his little boat and carry it over. They should be able to row to you and carry you back.
As the man puts together his course of action, a shadow moves in the undergrowth behind him. Your heart skips a beat and you feel a chill spread through your body in spite of the heat of the day. No. It can’t be. The shadow detaches from the forest and materializes behind the two people. It’s him. Or her. It’s the masked, hooded figure. The thing that’s haunted your dreams for years, back from your nightmares to torment you again.
A gleam flashes beside it. Jamie’s eyes bulge in confusion and wonder. Chloe screams in horror. You remain frozen in shock and disbelief. The blade slides around and opens the man’s throat mid sentence. He clutches at his neck and drops to his knees, gasping and coughing blood. The weird guy finally breaks his silence with a cry of terror, turns tail and flees off into the forest again.
The hooded figure turns its black mask toward you as if considering, then follows after the silent guy and disappears into the forest.
You drop to your own knees and begin to shake uncontrollably. No. Not again.
What do you do?!
- You have to get away. The furthest from it as possible. Back to the beach. You can swim to the boat for sure.
- You still have to get to the South Cove. It’s the only option. There’s three of you. Stick together and head directly toward the East shore.
- Head for the East End, but stop at the beach for additional supplies first.