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[Sasha Sokolov]

Only another two days had passed since they found Misha upon the beach. Not much had happened. They mostly kept in the shade of the trees and in the tree houses. The presents that they were being stalked never left him. Though hey had no idea what was out there. They could hear the roars or the screams or growls from what was on the ground. Whoever had built the tree houses knew that there was something out in the jungle that would kill them.

They could only survive upon fruit for so long. They needed protein in order to keep up their strength. Sasha's ribs were still pretty sore. Not to mention he still had the lack of sleep. He just could not get comfortable enough to just fall asleep any longer than just a couple of hours. In a way he felt like it was his duty to try and protect these people.

So on the second day he decided that he should at least try and find something that they could eat. He took one of the guns that they had found on the beach and tucked it into the back of the pants. Then he started to slowly make his way down the ladder. Once upon the ground he glanced around the surrounding woods to make sure that nothing was in the bushes waiting for him.

[Misha Novak]

Misha had been pretty quiet over the past few days. He hadn't eaten much and he'd been sleeping a lot. Shock mostly, from his injuries, and from the stress. It would to that to a person if they weren't used to dealing with it. And, while Misha was a pretty tough guy, nothing like this had ever happened to him, he'd never been hurt seriously, and certinly never stranded on an island.

The sound of foot steps on the creaky bamboo floor woke Misha. His head was pounding in his skull and about to drive him mad. He sat up, seeing Sasha going down the hanging lader to the ground. Misha grabbed the gun he had kept hidden, and made sure it was out of sight under his shirt before he followed the pilot down the ladder. Sasha didn't seem to notice up until the sound of Misha's boots dropping the last foot to the ground.

Misha looked at him, unsure if he trusted the man, but at the same time, felt safer around him. Like this guy knew what the hell was going on and what to do. "Where are you going?" He asked, sleep still deepened his voice as his green eyes looked over the forrest floor. His native tongue slipping out some in his exhaustion.

[Sasha Sokolov]

Sasha stoped when he heard the movement behind him. He let out a small sigh. He was just hoping that this would not be some kind of baby sitting job. Just because they were of the same nationality does not mean that they actually had to like each other. He turned to look at the kid as he approached. Hell they had barely even spoken to each other since Sasha and Stella found him on the beach only a couple of days ago.

"I am going to hunt. You are welcome to join me as long as you stay out of the way. And run when I tell you too. I dont know what is out in this jungle. But it is better to expect the unexpected."

Sasha turned away from him and started walking in the jungle. He paused when he would hear something close by and waited until it sounded like it had moved on until he would continue forward. The jungle around the tree houses was thick, but the further they moved from it the more it cleared. That is when Sasha could see how big some of the vegetation actually was. He glanced up at the canopy above. "I have never seen trees this big."