Samantha was wandering through the jungle and slowly becoming hysterical. She picked a good sized fruit from a tree and devoured it quickly. Completely naked, she trotted through the jungle and felt uncomfortable with the collar being the only thing she was wearing, not to mention that the rubber was practically fused with her skin; it was an itch that she couldn't manage to scratch. She ran up a hillside, and up a mountain, wanting to get a clear view of the layout of the island. She stopped suddenly, but not so much stopped as disappeared. She was running and thought she heard something, or some-one, likely another hunter. She quickly dove off into the side, burying herself in some bushes; thorns and poison seemed to be the last thing she was concerned about, but her immune system was fairly tough from a medical standpoint; she had very few allergies and had a good defense against poisons.<br/><br/>She stayed there, and looked around. She knew she was being followed, and slowly moved back, crawling along, being careful to make as little sound as possible. She hid her knife away, figuring the hunters didn't want her to have it, in fact, she buried it in the dirt as she crawled around. She saw something moving in the trees and looked up to see what it was.