You check the body, trying not to retch while the scent clogs your nose. Instead, you breathe through your mouth.

You take a stick and poke the body around. You’re no expert, but you knew bodies ferment faster in humid and hot temperatures; This man, or woman, could have been dead for a few days or a month. You’d never know.

You bend down, and spot something on the putrid flesh of the corpse. You gasp despite the insects and your perilous situation.

Around the neck of the body is a necklace. A sacrificial one.

Natives! Or worse: Cannibals.

You strive not to panic. You need to keep your mind clear. Mad with worry, you think about what to do.

Stick around the little clearing

Try and find Zoe and Joe; Warn them about the cannibals

Go look for the cannibals; Maybe they’ve caught your companions!