After studying the map, Lin Jingjing decided to head northwest. There were caves in that area.
They could use a cave as their base, so they wouldn't have to worry about rain putting out their fire.
A cave would also offer a degree of safety.
This was a primeval forest. The trees grew tall and dense, their thick canopies blocking out the sun. Sunlight only managed to filter through the small gaps between the leaves.
They formed a single-file line, laser guns in hand, and advanced slowly.
In a primeval forest, even without mutant beasts, the native predators, snakes, and insects were all deadly.
They lurked in the dense jungle, poised to strike, clung to tree trunks, biding their time. Tiny insects squirmed in the rotting leaves, inching their way toward any unsuspecting person.
Seemingly beautiful flowers emitted lethal fragrances, and what looked like ordinary vines could turn and devour you in an instant.
Even the very mud underfoot held hidden dangers.
