As the truck rumbled along the rugged terrain, Garnt and Oswald exchanged tense glances, each lost in their own thoughts of the losses they had suffered and the uncertain future ahead.
Garnt was worried about the village and his people, while Oswald knew the trucks and the soldiers he lost from this expedition were too much of a loss for him to bear.
"We'll make it to the camp," Oswald muttered, his jaw set with determination looking at the driver of his vehicle and giving orders to others who were lucky enough to survive the attack.
Garnt nodded silently, his hands clenched tightly despite the situation being terrible for everyone on the island.
But for some reason, the driver of the vehicle that Garnt and Oswald were in suddenly came to a halt, and Oswald quickly tried to see what was happening, only to find the driver unconscious in the driver's seat, possibly from the shock of witnessing some prehistoric creatures chasing them.
