The group of eight traversed across the tranquil jungle. Due to the overgrown state of the jungle, there was hardly if ever any glimpse of sunlight passing through. A damp, rotten smell swept over them while moist vapor stubbornly clung onto their bodies. Their entire body felt clammy under the circumstance.
Due to the dense terrain of the jungle, it required incredible effort just to advance several steps. They had to use wooden tools like sticks to pave the way forward. Fisher kept Jennifer close to him, the two of them trailed at the tail of the pack. There was only the sound of their bodies brushing against the jungle and their muffled grunts and breathing.
Occasionally, they would lose their sense of direction and someone would have to climb above the trees to determine where the targeted mountaintop was.
"Will someone sacrifice themselves to light up the signal towers?"