The prisoner trembled violently, struggling to breathe. He knew that his survival and escape from this forest were nearly impossible, especially after betraying the organization. It was only a matter of time before they caught him. Once they extracted the information they needed from him, they would surely kill him.
Approaching these people and surrendering to them was his last chance at survival. He had discovered that there were soldiers among them, so he felt a slight glimmer of hope, believing that he might survive. He didn't want to die, and he prayed to the gods for his survival. Who would have known that these people, who were supposed to be powerful soldiers, didn't even have firearms? No weapons, nothing, just a group of rusty knives.
