It was getting late at night.
The temperature in the jungle plummeted.
Zhang Ye was lying in his temporary shelter made from branches and leaves. He wore a windbreaker jacket and huddled with himself. Holding the camera in his hand, he scrubbed through the footage that had been recorded today. Sometimes, he would fast forward it, and sometimes he would pause it. With that, he was already forming an idea of which footage could be used and which had to be discarded. Although he was exhausted and did not even get a sip of water, he was still quite happy with how things had turned out. This was because they had managed to achieve many of the scenes he had wanted to shoot. The only pity was that they still lacked some terrifying and exciting scenes. There still wasn't enough tension.
It was time to rest.
The rest could be thought out tomorrow.
