It was starting to smell like wet aroma leaves now. The sun was about to come up. He drank a whole small bottle of water, winter mornings were very thirsty. He looked at his phone screen, the map read that the pinged location was a mile ahead.
They were walking in total silence. She held up her hand in a fist, signaling that they both should stop. She unlatched her holster first and so did he. Only his holster didn't have a latch, so he just rest his palm on the butt of the gun. Colts they were, the guns. Not meant for far sight shots but enough to damage something fifteen steps away from them. Of course, they only brought it as a backup against the wolves. He turned around and switched the doors of the car to locked mode. They walked forward for fifty steps or so in total silence until they reached the fence. Here the park ended and the forest started.
He took the bag off of his shoulder to take out the bolt cutters. It was 4:00 am and the electricity to the fence was switched off. She took out the bottle containing the electrolytes, opened it up and poured it over the fence. No crackling. He looked at his watch and started cutting through the fence. She took out her phone and looked at the video that was transmitted to her half an hour ago while the phone still had charge in its battery. She memorized the video for four times and now she repeated it as the video played simultaneously. Two bears, two kilometers away from the flagpole that was now twenty paces away from them. The video was last transmitted half an hour ago before the camera was taken out by one of the bears, supposedly. So they had about three kilometers to walk into the jungle. They rubbed their chests to get the winter away, checked their guns, checked for the extra mags, put their phone to silent mode, put the bottle and cutters back in the bags, and set out towards the jungle.
They walked towards the flagpole for ten minutes. They could see its top from way before. They crossed the a bundle of big pine trees now. Then they crossed some short height shrubs until they gave way to clear paths surrounding a cabin. John slowly crept inside pushing the light wooden door aside. Smell of old cut wood filled up his lungs and all he could see were shovels, sledgehammers and logs of wood inside. He had a small frown, not that he had hoped of finding anything more inside but a little extra help would have been nice.
Then they started walking again. Then, all in a whiff, Wendy stopped herself and John from walking. She fell down to her belly and laid plain on the open grass, so did John following her. They listened without breathing. Something grumbled with a roar from far away. They both looked at each other, eyes wide open, and then they looked forwards. Then the grumbled stopped. They got up and started walking again; this time with fear in their legs and rush in their minds.