After hours of driving under the blazing heat, Dan and his troops finally reached the empty camp. There was something ominous about the area and they could definitely tell that the group was attacked, blood was splattered in every direction, the ground showed a struggle, and lastly, there were skinned bodies strung by the side of the vehicles.

Dan and his crew gasped, what creature could do something like this? He ordered some of his men to cut down the bodies and inspect them. Something wasn't right, where were the others? He remembered fifteen left for this expedition, where was the rest?

As he scouted with his men, they spotted a handful of footprints, large footprints to be exact, that trailed along with the wet canopy of the gloomy murk land. Along with those large trails, a smaller, more human-like pair of shoes, comparable to the monstrous footsteps- it was a midget. It showed signs of struggle as skid marks would replace the steps occasionally as Dan and his group dug deeper and deeper into the woods.

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It wasn't morning anymore when Sahara woke up. The sun was way up high in the citrus sky and the Yautja warriors seemed to be preparing for something as metals clashed in agonizing pain.

The woman aching to get up, the enormous pain from her torso was not present anymore and her clothes, her dirt filled clothes were laid perfectly next to her, they were clean. Her undergarments were atop her now clean clothes which made her wonder what she was wearing.

She stood up only to find herself in furry clothes consisting of upper wear closely resembling that of a bra, and a lower garment with a cloth at the front and back. Like female boxer shorts with two cloths.

She picked up her clothes and cautiously looked around the entirety of the room before stopping back at the collection of naked heads.

The gloomy eyes of the skulls made her anxious. They were watching her intensely.

She gulped a little, turning away to make sure that her deceased friends don't see her bare.

Starting with the bra, she pulled on the lace that surprisingly came loose. She let it fall down to the floor and replaced it with her own clean pair, then moved to change her underwear with her own. Moving into her tank and shorts, her socks and shoes, she left her shirt to rest around her hips.

Stepping towards the door and as usual, it didn't open. Sighing, her body plopped down facing the exit in hope that it will soon open.

A few moments later, the door hissed, and in came a Yautja she remembered from last night.
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Agnak-tör carried a metal jug and a plate of 'food.' He stopped and looked down at her, tilting his head which caused his thick locks to slap against his shoulders, barely.

He watched closely as the woman stood up and backed away slightly.

"What was that? Last night you..." Sahara asked with a shaking voice.

Agnak-tör moved inside, the door hissing behind him which caused Sahara to slump in disappointment.

He made a low, unrecognizable sound, but Sahara was unable to interpret whatever it was he said.

"I don't know if you can understand me, which you probably don't, but please. Please let me go," she pleaded.

Agnak-tör said nothing, all he did was walk up to Sahara, placed his hands on both her shoulders and forced her to sit on the fur blanket that Zen'nogre provided.

He sat heavily in front of her in a crossed-legged position, picking back the plate and placing it on top of his thighs.

Agnak-tör, brought the peculiar looking cutlery, scooping a generous amount of the unknown lump of mashed stuff, and bringing it close to Sahara's pursed lips.

"You... want me to eat that thing...?" She asked, unsure if she even wanted to touch it.

Groaning lowly in a fit of expected anger, he spread his mandibles wide as if demanding her to eat it.

"O-okay... okay..." Sahara shook in fear as she, in a silent chill, bend over to get a spoonful.

The rather warm and stenchful pulp called food came in contact with her mouth. It was bad. Very bad in taste and uncomfortable to have inside her mouth, and her throat felt rather sore as the food slid slowly, her body refusing to absorb it in.

She glanced slightly up to meet with the Yautja's eyes but he was already scooping another round from the plate.

'I'm gonna be sick,' Sahara thought as the male in front of her held the spoon in waiting for her to finish.
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He fired a shot at what seems to be a transparent silhouette. He knew it was there, the same creature as those he and his team captured previously. He sniped another shot which hit the creature this time, forcing it to reveal itself.

Dan knew that from the looks of it, the bulky animal in front of him is larger than those they have seized. An adult maybe?

Plasma and bullets flew across the dense swamp, with both species barely dodging the attacks from the other. Dan signaled to his men, he wanted them to flush those things out of their own hidden camouflage. After his order, flares of explosive ammunition attacked the foliage, followed by the falling of tangled trees and deep cries from their enemy.

Dan knew that physically these things outmatched them, but as long as they keep their distance and avoid the plasma cannons, then they could be safe, for now.