In this chapter, we travel back to Ecuador to see Ross escape to a more civilized area of expertise.. Or try atleast..
"Ah shit!" yelled Ross as he cut the yellow cord dangling from the hole in the shaft towards the engine on the front end of the dark yellow bi-plane..
"The propeller is rusty, but it'll do".
Stated Ross as he plugged in the rest of the yellow cords and closed the shaft door.
"I have to go".. He thought..
"maybe i can make it back to Washington, and try to stop this"
He then rubbed his head with a dirty black and white-ish rag and started climbing up the rail into the plane, and sat in the dirty red seats.
He started the plane..
"Time to go" he said silently
He was headed as far as he could make it..
Anywhere other than where he was now.
The plane took off. It skidded and jugged aroumd until Ross pulled up the valve and started to climb into the air.
He was on his way to get answers, answers he desperately needed.
Along the edge of the so called stream in the forest, a soldier was still alive, wearing camoflouge pants and no shirt and mostly covered in mud, he was still running from the mutated crocodiles.
"Water!" he yelled as he ran through the last patch of small dark green thorny plants.
"I need water!" he exclaimed as he ran through pits of mud and soft and moist grey dirt into the water.
Right as he got about chest deep in the dark brown sulfur smelling water, he heard a noise from behind.
"What the f--'...
He was stopped in his own words as he stared into the eyes of a large crocodile on the shore.. There was about twelve of these mutated animals.. All of them had no jaw or no snout at all.. They all had the same dark grey-ish skin tone..
The soldier slowly walked backwards, but right as he took a few little steps, he felt a tingliness in his whole body..
His face was stuck in a fixed mad looking expression.. His eyes dripped blood as they started to come out of their sockets.. His hands were becoming larger and longer and started to turn into a dark green and black shaded skin tone.
He looked up at the crocs, but they were all frantically trying to get away from the area..
He looked down at his hands to see that they were now tentacle like and they grabbed onto his face ..
His own body was sucking the life out of itself..
You could see the splitting of his skull and cranium implode..