> Slowly rising to your feet, you check yourself for damage.
> No cuts or scrapes.
> Your ears are still ringing though, and your eyes are making those flashy flashy things.
> You take a step forward
> And immediately stumble over something roughly the size of a shoebox.
> The black box from the plane.
> Pete would be proud.
> You take your backpack off and look inside.
> Not much.
> A small amount of rope, your pocket knife, a box of matches, an empty water bottle, a few granola bars and a map of the crash site.
> You pull out the rope and tie it around the black box’s handle to make a strap, and put it over your shoulder.
> You don’t know where you are, nor do you know how you got here.
> After your Near death experience with the Egyptian sun boat, you decide not to question it, and just go with the flow.
> Time to get a move on.
 
> Moving though the underbrush, you quickly grow to realize that this black box is heavier than expected.
> Damn, you are thirsty.
> You were just in a bright, sunny desert, but now you are trudging though a dark, muddy forest.
> Leaves crunch under your feet as you walk.
> Despite your advanced training in Vietnam, you are not all that stealthy, and after a while you catch motion behind you.
> You can’t see it, per say, but you catch the telltale movement of leaves and swaying of vines.
> One step at a time.
> As you get farther, you catch more and more of your stalker.
> A glint of gold.
> A dash of blue.
> A flash of white.
> Not enough to identify it, but enough to know it’s there.
> Probably a Soviet Spec Ops.
> They are known for their speed and stealth.
> What they are not known for is waiting.
> If this was a Soviet, he would be on you by now…
> One step at a time.
> Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.
 
> After a while, you can see something glinting in the distance.
> You can’t tell if it is night or day though the thick foliage, but it looks as if come celestial body is shining off of water.
> As you walk forward, you notice… nothing.
> No birds.
> No noise whatsoever.
> Something isn’t right here.
> Your jimmies aren’t the only things rustling, as you hear it behind you.
> And you hear laughing.
> Its faint and distant, but clearly maniacal.
> It slowly fades, and the rustling behind you stops.
> You crouch down and army-crawl your way to an outcropping to get a better look at the water.
> It appears to be a bayou, but you need a closer look.
> You reach into your backpack and pull out the matches and water bottle.
> grabbing some tinder from the forest floor, you duck behind the ridge and out of sight.
> You dig into the ground and pull out a lump of clean clay.
> After a bit of kneading, it’s about the consistency of craft clay, and you form it into a slight, smooth concavity, before doing the same thing again.
> You take your two halves of a mold and put them together, sealing the crease with more clay and punching a hole in the top with a stick so you have an opening.
> You start a small fire and rip the label off the water bottle.
> You take out your knife, and use it to cut the water bottle into strips before putting it back into your pocket.  
> Carefully, you heat the water bottle until it melts.
> While taking care to keep out bubbles, you drip the plastic, layer by layer, onto the clay mold.  
> You have just enough plastic to make two of these makeshift lenses, then you put out the fire.
> After letting them cool, you hold them out in front of you, your left hand holding the far one and your right holding the near.
> They aren’t perfect, but they are useable.
> You scout around a bit.
> There is a small beach about 300 feet ahead of you, and past that the bayou takes over.
> You cannot see the sky, as a thick green fog covers the trees past about 500 feet.
> You creep down to the waterline with the intent to get something to drink, but stop as you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.
> You quickly dive into a bush.
> CANT HACK THE MAC!
> Looking out, you see something coming though the fog and foliage.
> Something was walking along the shoreline of the bayou.
> Well, not really walking as much as scampering.
> It moved quickly, but in short bursts, like an insect.
> And it was acrobatic.
> Flipping, diving, and swinging like a monkey as opposed to walking.
> You instantly recognize the colors as those of your stalker.
> It was a monstrous blue creature that looked something like a dog, but its mouth was much too wide, and it was twisted into a horrible grin.
> And it was huge.
> Easily 10 feet tall with an even longer tail.
> But its most defining feature was a hand-like appendage on the end of its tail.
> It looked disturbingly like the Ahuizotl, an Aztec mythical creature that lived in water and drowned people who strayed too close.
> How you remember that, you don’t know.
> Professor Zoe Ryan had you read the craziest mythology when she had that stupid idea to hunt down the holy grail.
> You don’t believe in mythical creatures, but this one was standing right in front of you.
> At a loss for words, you say the only thing that’s on your mind.
[spoiler]“You’re a big guy,”[/spoiler] You say under your breath.
> it’s ears perk up.
> Oh Geez.
> it looks in your direction.
> Oh Fuck.
> No use in running, its faster than you.
> C’mon Mac, you’ve gotten out of worse jams than this…
> Its coming this way.
> Just stay still.
> “Is anyone there?”
> Wait, did it just talk?
> You know that Aztec gods like Quetzalcoatl were known to take human forms and talk, but you were unaware that the Ahuiztol was the same way.
> Perhaps it could be reasoned with.
> But how were you going to convince a man-eating monster not to hurt you?
> You turn around, so your back was facing it.  
> You purposely drop one of the lenses on the ground.  
“Hey man, how’s it going? I’m just looking for my glasses lens.”
> You stand up from the bush, squint, and look in its direction.
“Darn thing keeps falling out.”
> It gets /extremely/ close to you.
“I didn’t know anyone else lived out here. Wow, nice fur coat.”
> You reach out and stroke the beast’s fur.
> It wasn’t as soft as you had hoped.
> It was closer to straw than fuzz, and was wet and stank of mildew.
“Ah, there it is,”
> You bend down and pick up the lens from the ground.
“I best be going. I gotta get these lenses back in a more solid frame.”
> You turn to walk away.
> “Leaving so soon?”
> Damn.
> Its voice had a particular cadence to it, almost like it was reading scripted lines, with the vocal fluctuations of laughter.
> You recognized it as the voice of someone who knows they have you beat and are just looking to have fun.
> Shit.
> Only one way to go now.
> You put both lenses over your eyes and feign surprise.
 “W-what are you?”
> After a few moments of hesitation, it responds.
> “It doesn’t matter what I am. All that matters is my plan.”
> The voice was clearly masculine, but with an inhuman aspect to it.
> “A plan that you shall play a part of!”
> Wut?
> He starts laughing, and you recognize it as the same laugh from earlier.
> God that laughing is horrible.
> Suddenly, you feel a tug backwards.
> The bloody tail!
> You are lifted backward and slammed underwater
> You attempt to swim upward but the Ahuizotl is holding you underwater.
> He’s still laughing
> You are running out of oxygen
> Do something!
> You manage to undo one of your hands and reach into your pocket
> Where is it!
> You withdraw your pocket knife and flick it open.
> You don’t like to injure people.
> Luckily this wasn’t a person.
> You plunge the knife into your binds.
> Laughs turn to screams, and the hand withdraws.
> You look up at the fading light from the murky bottom of the lake and see the hand get pulled out of the water trailing blood.
> With your lung screaming for oxygen, you start swimming as fast as you can upward.
> 20 feet…
> 15 feet…
> 10 feet…
> 5 feet!
> you close your eyes as you prepare to break the surface, but instead feel fur and a very literal sinking feeling.
> No.
> NO!
> You open your eyes and see the Ahuzotl pulling you down again, with…something in his eyes.
> Was it fury? Insanity?
> Fulfilment?
> You don’t have time to think about it.
> The last thing you see is his grinning face and an all too familiar laugh as your vision fades to black.