Jack looked around. He knew he was fucked if he stayed. He backed up a bit. He looked behind him and saw there was nowhere left for him to go. Then he got an idea. He lowered his spear, held up his switchblade, and looked back at the people.<br/>"The name is Jack. Get it right." He said flatly. Then he jumped back. He fell towards the ground, but about halfway down he dug his switchblade into the side of the large tree. It slowed his descent enough that he wouldn't break any bones upon hitting the ground. Once he landed he pulled his switchblade out of the tree. It was a little dinged up from scraping through the tree, but it still worked. He put it back in his pocket, then he dropped his pack to the ground and rummaged through it. He pulled out a pen and paper and began writing something. Once he had finished he folded it up and labeled it with everyone's name. He then picked up his spear, then his pack, and darted into the woods.<br/><br/>(Once the others reach the ground and find the note I'll say what was written on it.)