Scratch, scratch!
As the rain continued downpouring, Ambrose sat on top of a rock, using the twisted blade to sharpen the tip of a makeshift spear.
He then looked at the tip, nodded as it looked sharp enough, and stabbed it through the ground.
Ambrose then looked at the twisted sword's blade and saw that it was covered in a thick layer of rust.
'The predator can definitely find me again, as its sense of smell seems otherworldly, or whatever it is using to track me.'
Ambrose swung the twisted sword in his hand and crouched on the ground.
There was a small string going from one tree to another, barely visible in the rainy weather. It was a trip wire that he created from the bamboo growing nearby.
He then tied the makeshift spear to the string and pulled it up the tree.
When anyone activated the trip wire, the spear would come swinging down towards them.
