Suddenly, one of their comrades, who was standing guard, shouted, "Something is moving behind those bushes!"
In an instant, everyone was on their feet, weapons at the ready, their senses heightened, prepared for whatever lurked beyond the foliage.
"Prepare your spears! It sounds like alligators!" Jack's voice cut through the chaos. "Aim for their eyes, mouth, or nose if they attack! Let's move!"
They sprinted, adrenaline fueling their steps, even as they carried their injured comrades. The urgency of their situation pushed them to their limits; their legs burned, but the fear of being caught by the alligators kept them moving.
"Damn!" One of the trainees exclaimed, halting abruptly. In front of them lay the ominous lake where they had lost a comrade. "We're back here!"
"Don't get close to the lake! Let's throw the alligators there instead," Jack commanded.
Turning to face their pursuers, they saw the alligators, a living wave of danger, piling on top of one another.