While running back into the forest, Mark tripped over a root. "Ah, fuck." he moaned, before climbing back up. He looked at his leg. It had been cut a little, but it was okay. Realizing his inability to survive in the wild, Mark turned around and headed back for Jenna and Maria, hoping that they would help him.
"Hi guys," he said upon reaching them. "Don't shoot... Please. I can help... I know this knife might not be much... but you gotta trust me."
"Hi guys," he said upon reaching them. "Don't shoot... Please. I can help... I know this knife might not be much... but you gotta trust me."