Christ was surprised to hear the same shout. In a hurry, he immediately ran around slowly, trying to find traces of his three remaining teammates. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any trace of where Clarissa had gone with Anne and Emma.
"Clara! Emma! Anne! Where are you?"
Christ didn't want to give up. He headed in the direction where the mangrove trees were. Combing every route leading to the mangrove trees between north and west. He ignored the pain of his sprained foot to find where the other Clarissa was.
Christ's hands crept through the bushes, through the trees, through the dim morning light, through the mist that made the forest look even more eerie.
"Clara!"
Christ's mind raced at the thought of the other two, who were nowhere to be found after he ran after the locals in sight.
