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Gray Thomas
Woods around Pulhapanzak Falls
Honduras
“Regan!” Gray shouted her name as he bolted upright. She was in danger. He could feel it in his bones. The fear of something happening to her fueled him. He pushed aside the aches and pains of the fever and stood up. He swayed from the movement. Using his hands to steady himself, he wandered toward the shouts.
Gray tried to run toward the sound but fell from the effort. He pulled himself back up again and again and kept moving. Regan’s voice screamed through the forest, spurring Gray on.
Gray used the pain to focus his mind and push back the fevered hallucinations. Another voice screamed after Regan. Gray continued to follow the sound, praying with each step to get there in time.
In time for what, he didn’t know. He just knew he had to save her. He had to get to her. It was his fault she was even in Honduras. It was stupid of him to leave her clues when he couldn’t guarantee his own safety, let alone hers.
Gray continued to beat himself up mentally as he stumbled on. Gray cleared the tree line as the last shot rang out.