As Samantha walked into the jungle, she stumbled a bit then fell to her hands and knees. Everything going on was getting to be too much to take in, and it was beginning to make her feel sick. she became dizzy and puked a little bit, "Come on, get yourself together Samantha," she muttered under her breath. She got up and sat down somewhere else. She breathed heavily for a few minutes, her shoes were practically useless now, but she kept them anyways, thinking she may find some use for them.<br/><br/>Her feet were bare, and she knew she wouldn't last too long like that, so she dug around the brush and found a couple piece of good sized wood. She sat back, leaning against a tree, slashing away at the wood scraps with her knife. She began to carve out something resembling makeshift sandals. The carving helped her calm, it numbed her mind and let her escape the reality of being kidnapped and nearly killed.