Passing Right On Through

[Aldo Martinez]

Aldo was ready to infiltrate the tail section. Probably. He thought.

Without warning him, his foot decided to trip over a raised root, and he fell, twisting his ankle. Well, there was an injury taken care of.

While he was down on the ground, Aldo patted some light dirt over parts of his face and arms and scratched at his hands and cheek with a dull branch. Better.

The jungle was thinning out now. He could see the smoke from the detached tail begin to fade. He hoped he was able to pull this off.

It couldn't be that hard. These people weren't expecting anybody other than fellow survivors.

Aldo left the cover of the trees and began his mission.

[Isabelle Whitmore]

Isabelle was looking at her hands in a dazed way. Her cheeks had tears running down them. She could feel a bruise spreading on her forhead and a small cut had formed next to an eye extending from brow to cheek. She could hear screaming and shouting but couldn't seem to move. She finaly turned away from the sight of the bodies lying aroun and the injured crying out in pain. She stumbled a few steps and looked up she saw a few people around her and a man in the edge of the jungle.

She pushed her hair back and put it in a ponytail with the band she always had around her wrist. She coughed slightly from the smoke. She noticed everything was getting a bit quieter and the smoke starting to disapate. Isabelle heard a kid yell and decided to do somthing. Anything.

She started to pick up any fabric and gather it for bandages. She found ripped peices of clothing and at one point had to stop and almost gag at the sight of a blood soaked shirt half.