"How many did we lose?" Four Eyes asked, with his arms and legs bleeding, and took out the bottle of crocodile blood from his bag.

Jack, with a sad look on his face, carefully surveyed the group. He was the one who had come out of the recent skirmish with the least severe injuries, but the weight of their losses hung heavily on his shoulders. "We lost five this time," Jack said, his voice tinged with sadness as he spoke, his head bowed in respect for the fallen.

Four Eyes, his hands stained with the crimson of battle, rushed to Shun's side. Shun winced as Four Eyes applied the soothing crocodile blood to his wounds, an unexpected gesture of care from his future father-in-law. Shun's eyes filled with gratitude and warmth as he watched Four Eyes tending to him amidst the chaos.

Concern etched on his face, Four Eyes hurried over to Chatty, who lay wounded and in pain. Overwhelmed, Four Eyes called out for Jack, his voice betraying his anxiety.

"You're lucky to be alive, bro. Don't worry. Apply the crocodile blood. I'll find some herbs to help him," Jack reassured Chatty before setting off in search of medicinal plants.

As the group tended to their injuries and mourned their fallen comrades, Jack returned with a fellow survivor, bearing a bounty of herbs, fruits, and a deer.

'This man sure is such a talent.' Four Eyes thought as he glanced at Jack. Four Eyes couldn't help but admire Jack's resourcefulness, recognizing the invaluable contribution he made to their survival.

With a heavy heart, the group gathered around a crackling fire, the warmth offering a brief respite from the chilling reality of their losses. Jack, his eyes reflecting the weight of their situation, hushed the group as they settled in for the night. Each member felt the emotional toll of their journey, but amidst the darkness, they found a glimmer of resolve.

The night stretched on, shrouded in silence, as they steeled themselves for the challenges that lay ahead.

The sun had long since vanished beyond the horizon, casting an eerie darkness over the jungle. The only light came from the flickering fire they huddled around, its warmth a small comfort amidst the rising tension.

"Quiet," Jack whispered, his voice cutting through the crackling of the flames. His eyes darted around, listening intently.

A moment later, a chilling sound broke the uneasy silence—a sinister rattle that seemed to come from all directions.

"Shit! That's… That's a rattlesnake!" someone exclaimed, their voice tinged with panic.

"Grab some fire!" Jack commanded, his tone urgent but composed. They scrambled to grab sticks and pieces of wood, desperately trying to keep the fire going.

Soon, the men were holding makeshift torches, their flames casting dancing shadows on the jungle floor. As they raised the torches, the rattlesnakes emerged from the underbrush, their slithering forms illuminated by the firelight.

"All snakes are afraid of fire," Jack reassured them. "Don't try to fight them. Just bring the fire close, and they'll retreat."

They followed his instructions, waving the torches in front of them. The snakes hissed and recoiled, their fear of the flames evident.

"There's too many of them!" one man shouted, his voice rising in desperation.

"Make more fire!" Jack ordered. Several men turned their attention to gathering more wood, frantically adding it to the fire. The flames grew higher, creating a barrier of light and heat between the men and the encroaching snakes.

Sweat poured down their faces, mingling with the dirt and blood from their earlier injuries. Despite the chaos, they worked together seamlessly, driven by a shared

In the dimly lit monitor room, Shi Min's expression was a mix of determination and concern as he watched the screens showing the injured group.

"Mom, they are all severely injured, and we have lost six members. Let's get them out in the morning," he urged, his voice trembling slightly with urgency.

Ling Li, her gaze fixed on the monitors, remained silent, her face betraying no emotion.

"Mother, can you hear me?" Shi Min repeated, his patience waning.

Ling Li finally turned to look at her son, her expression softening. "Shi Min, you have such a soft heart. If that is what you wish, go ahead," she agreed, a gentle smile touching her lips.

Shi Min sighed with relief, though his mind remained restless. He glanced at his watch, noting the two hours until the first alarm would ring. Shi Min silently hoped his mother had no more traps set for the group on their way back. His brows furrowed as he returned his focus to the monitors, vigilantly watching every movement.

Meanwhile, in the jungle, the group had finally managed to fend off the rattlesnakes.

They slumped to the ground, their exhausted and battered bodies barely holding up.

The sudden blare of an alarm startled them.

"Isn't that supposed to tell us to return to the exit door?" Chatty asked, a spark of hope igniting in his eyes.

"Yes, that's two hours before they open the door for us!" another voice confirmed.

"This means they are letting us out earlier than scheduled," someone exclaimed, their weariness momentarily forgotten.

"Let's go!" Jack urged. They gathered themselves, helping the severely injured to their feet, and began the arduous journey towards the exit.

After an hour of trudging through the dense jungle, they halted abruptly, fear creeping back into their hearts.

"Seriously!" one of them muttered, eyes wide.

"There are not as many as before," another observed, trying to stay positive.

"Chatty, use your gun if they attack you. Stay on the side," Four Eyes instructed, handing Chatty his own gun. They pressed on, every step heavy with the weight of their fatigue and the anticipation of reaching safety.

The wolves lunged at them with ferocity, and the group fought back with every ounce of strength they could muster. The severely injured, with only three bullets each in their guns, resorted to their daggers once the ammunition ran dry. The moonlight cast a cold, unforgiving light over the chaotic scene, highlighting the raw desperation in their faces.

Four Eyes found himself surrounded by five wolves, each snarling and baring its teeth. Four Eyes' grip on one of his daggers slipped, and it clattered to the ground. A wolf pounced on him, knocking him off balance, and he hit the forest floor hard. Two wolves seized the opportunity, snapping at his neck.

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