Dusk.
The sun had finally set on the fourth day of the expedition. The small group of men and women were exhausted. Even I, the arguably most fit, had become tired of the constant walking. My uncle has not slowed down since we landed... wherever here was. The jungle was only starting to quiet now, usually it was a buzz with bird calls and animal noises. The silence was deafening however. In the quiet every little thing made you jump.
Crack.
We all spun around. I felt something in the darkness. Just beyond the suppressing black it watched us. Unmoving. Quiet. Everyone else seemed to have felt it as well. They were becoming anxious but my uncle stopped dead in his tracks which made us all stop as well, as he was in the lead. He peered intently into the shadows as he slipped off his pack. He reached in, pulled out a camera, and held it to his eye. Did he see something that we didn't? Suddenly his flash went out and the thing disappeared in an instant.
He looked excited as he quickly took the instantly printed still and inspected it.
"Jameson! Come look at this! I think we have finally got it!" he yelled out. I made my way over to him and he stuck the still in my face. I snatched the picture and scrutinized it. All I saw was trees and grass.. wait... a humanoid figure stood behind a tree, its eyes glowing ghostly white. It could have been anything, but being out here for so long made me want to believe anything. It couldn't possibly be. Though there was that shred of hope glistening in the back of my mind.
"I don't know Uncle, It could be a ape, but I just don't know." I handed the still around the group. A mixed feeling of shock, surprise and discouragement left them.
"I am positively certain that this is what we have been waiting for all of these years of searching. I knew coming out here was a good choice. I just had a good vibe!" You could tell my uncle was ecstatic. He has been searching for this supposed real creature for... well as long as I can remember... and I am nearly sixteen. He always drags me along on these crazy hunts because, well, we are all we have. Both of my parents died on a different exploration, and my uncle is my only living relative, and me his. "Pack it up guys, we are going home." That was too easy however, nothing was ever easy.
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