Mary had been walking for what felt like days. The harsh, humid environment of the jungle bore down on the fatigued girl with little mercy, Mary's pace slowing the deeper she descended into the darkness of the jungle. She tilted her head up to the sky, the trees and fauna of the tropical island stretching hundreds of feet above her, and blotting out whatever rays of sun which didn't manage to beam down onto the jungle floor. The humidity made her skin slick with sweat, the thin material of her tank top and shorts damp and sticky as they clung to her body suffocatingly.<br/><br/>The weariness of the girl sought to cripple her, a few more staggering steps forcing Mary into a state of shock as she fell to her knees and began panting wildly. She was dehydrated, the fact that her body was already shutting down on her to begin with only made things worse. As she was about to plop onto her face in the dense clearing, she noticed something within earshot. Water. A waterfall to be precise, and what that meant for Mary was salvation. She stumbled and pulled her limping limbs through the thick vegetation, her arms wildly moving out to slap and push at the plant life which sought to obstruct her path. It was music to her ears when the loud roar of a waterfall encompassed her senses. Mary darted to the edge of the body of water, her head dunking into the surface as she began drinking as much water as she could.<br/><br/>Huddled there, before the falls, there was a strange silence, an almost eerie void. The only noise she could discern was coming from the waterfall, and it had seemed that for the time being, the jungle slept.<br/><br/>