Somewhere in the middle of the fierce jungle, was a group of teenagers walking along. They wore folk brown customes and at their sides, were their weapons of choices.
There was a person at the front line with a piece of paper and large round glasses covered his eyes.
He used to take a look on a piece of paper time to time. Sometimes he will change a direction of their advance as others looks to be following him and then after sometime, they will return again on the same spot, but when look through his glasses, his eyes were darting right and left with a concern look.
It had took them a bit of a time roaming around, as the one who was at the front was conflicted by a certain decision.
"What does this even mean, it seem to be this ditection yet not at the same time." A boy who has large round glasses mumbled.
"It had been almost two hours, do you real know how to read a map?" A boy known as Cage asked in frustration manner.
