After some time lying on the ground, catching their breath, the sun had started its slow descent, and the daylight was dimming, casting a soft orange glow through the trees. Damian sighed, looking up at the fading light. "Hey, get up," he said, nudging Kyle. "We need to go. I'm not gonna sleep in these woods."
Kyle groaned, getting to his feet, brushing the dirt and leaves off his ripped shirt. The sleeves were torn, and Damian's hood was caked with dirt after all the running and rolling they'd been through. It was no surprise they both looked like they'd been dragged through hell.
Kyle stretched and glanced around. "Uh... where exactly are we?" he asked, squinting as he tried to get his bearings. They had run so fast, in such a blind panic, that neither of them had any idea which direction they had come from.
Damian, scanning the surroundings with a frown, replied, "Good question. Check the mission map. Maybe it can show us where we are."
