From behind a bush, the sound of rustling leaves broke the silence.
Maurice looked up instinctively, his sharp gaze catching sight of a figure standing at the top of the slope from which the Fuller couple had fallen.
It was a young woman dressed in a black windbreaker. Her features were strikingly delicate, but her expression was cool. In her hand were two more small stones.
"Well, look who we have here," Maurice said with a playful whistle, grinning from ear to ear.
Felicia's sudden appearance left the Fuller couple wide-eyed in shock, their disbelief quickly giving way to tears. They had never imagined that the person brave enough to come after them in this treacherous rainforest would be none other than Felicia herself.
But she was just one girl. How could she possibly stand up to this many opponents?
Myra cried out, "Licia, run! Forget about us!"
Dexter thrashed against his captors, shouting with all his strength, "Get out of here, silly girl! Save yourself!"
It turned out to be quite a touching scene, though it wasn't entirely clear why they found it so moving.
Felicia's eyes twitched mildly as she ignored their melodramatic cries. She gave the slope a quick once-over, assessing the height. It was a manageable distance for her to jump across.
With that, she leaped off the edge in one swift, clean motion. However, halfway through the jump, Maurice called out with mock concern, "Careful! There's a snake!"
"What the…" A thought quickly appeared in Felicia's mind.
Already in mid-air, she couldn't adjust her trajectory. The sudden jolt of alarm threw off her landing, and she stumbled, nearly face-planting into the ground.
Before she could hit the dirt, a hand caught her around the waist, pulling her forward. Momentum carried her right into someone's chest.
She heard Maurice's triumphant chuckle near her ear. "See? I told you to be careful."
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