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Prologue
The jungle was an eerie place. There was no denying it. Echoing moans and grunts reverberated throughout the foliage, as if the sounds were playing a game of pinball off the trees. They kept him awake at night, and forced him to keep his firearm close at hand to where he lay. Lucky for him, however, they did. For if the creaking and scratching, screams and cries of the forest were to have disappeared, he wouldn't have seen the spectacle he did last night.
He hadn't been here before. He knew how to navigate the rainforest and survive in the woods, but this jungle was nothing of the sort. Smooth and towering rocks were strewn about everywhere, and the visibility was usually up to a good 50 yards or more: quite open compared to other forests. The moss clung to the rocks like a lifebuoy, and provided ample friction for his boots. Among the rocks were scattered trees, some with low hanging branches perfect for a good perch. Some were closely clumped, and others spread out from the packs - reminding him of a heat map. The rain was a subtle relaxant, which lightly knocked upon the roof of his helmet, cooing him to a deep sense of tranquility. In the clearing he could see it falling just slightly against the background, the kind of rain that makes the world seem as if it's a television screen losing signal, and becoming fuzzy to the eyes.
As Mac looked about the jungle, not much was out of place. The trees were unscathed, the rocks soaked deep with the spitting rainwater, and the branches still attached to their parent autotrophs. To the untrained eye, no one had been here; Mac's eyes were honed to their finest ability. The wet ferns and plants on the forest floor were knocked clear of water droplets in linear paths, and their leaves chipped and slightly worn in areas. The mud had light streaks, where tracks were covered. There was even a faint, almost imperceptible scent floating on the oxygen in the air, one of mixed gases and musky, animal-like odors. The setting may be new to him, but Mac was no novice to tracking. He knew what he was looking for. The flaming meteor he saw the night before had peaked his curiosity, and apparently the same was for a less friendly neighbor of the jungle. He was getting out of hell, and if he had to fight his way through, so be it.
>>Writer's note<< Finally! Sorry, I had a lot of trouble getting this up (I kept getting the special characters error message, quite oddly, and ended up having to retype the whole thing >.<). As you can see, I used the same character from the "Believe" works that I did a while ago. The way that I'm going to do this should/could be interesting, so please stick around and feel free to comment and tell me what you think! (btw, I'd be very pleased and impressed if you can figure out where Mac is).
[Edited on 09.12.2009 4:15 PM PDT]