My heart spasmed in my chest, and I finally bolted into a run, barely hanging onto my bag as I veered left into the thick forest. I regretted it almost immediately as I was forced to climb over logs and avoid long, rambling vines, but at least I wouldn’t be in plain sight out here. The rain was starting to fall more steadily, though, making the logs and leaves slick as I scrambled forward.
I tripped, my shoe catching something, and I yelped as rocks sliced up my hands and knees. Mud stuck to my skin, but I didn’t have time to sit here and bemoan little injuries. Clambering back to my feet, I took the next steps a little more carefully.
Maybe I was on the wrong side of the island, I realized, diving deeper into the jungle. If I could make it to the other side, perhaps I’d find the helicop
