Ruger arose from his slumber on the stiff jungle floor. He dodged his head back and forth while scanning the vast green foliage. As his his backpack jingled from movement, he perceived a dark blotch smack dab on his stomach. He rummaged through his bag faster than a bullet. Bingo! Ruger tore, folded, clenched, and  directed the white bandage to his wound. “What could’ve caused this?” Growled Ruger. Before he could dwell on it, there was a flash of light, then, darkness. Ruger’s jaw dropped to the floor as he made out four dark apex predators. Nothing will stop them.