Trent stops for a moment to catch his breath and to wipe the sweat from his brow. Looking at the body at his feet, he says aloud to deaf ears "The rules were simple..." shaking his head as he squatted down to grab the body, and with one final grunt he lifted the body, took two steps and tossed it into the hole where James took this as a welcomed treat.<br/><br/>"Now that this little surprise is over, lets see what is in these packs." Unzipping the backpack he sees two cans of beans, an unopened bottle of water, a Zippo lighter (Striking to make sure it still works), there is also some jewelry, a pair of socks, and a fifth of Jack Daniels whiskey. "Liquor!? Man, i never thought I would see this stuff again." Staring at the bottle causes memories from "before" to come back. "My bachelor party." Trent says grinning ear to ear. Taking those body shots off of Candy, our beyond beautiful stripper. Laughing to himself "If my wife would have found out, she would have killed me! Ha-ha!" Taking a moment to enjoy his memories, and then, recollecting himself, Trent grabs the bags and heads up to the HQ to monitor the cameras.<br/><br/>After a few hours of sitting back watching the cameras with little to no movement, Trent begins to get the terrible overwhelming feeling of being alone. This level of discomfort wasn't completely unknown to Trent. Being overseas, he once spent two weeks in an African jungle alone, waiting for base to send in a chopper. But this was different. Back then there were still crazy people but no one was eating each other. Also, he knew that base was trying to come save him then, now there is no one coming, no help is on its way. "I don't know how much longer I can just be alone, I have to find someone who is still<span style="font-style: italic">sane</span>or as much as someone can be. All things considered. There has to be something I can do!"