(Hoy, humid, dank, and stinky, are the words you would use to describe this horrible marsh like swamp. The mosquitos attacked you relentlessly and your clothes were sticking to your very skin from how much you were sweating. You were a big game hunter, given the job of finding a business tycoon's son who went missing after passing through this area. He paid you in advance which was enough motivation by itself, yet you still couldn't help but hate this situation you were in. However you couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you. As you stepped over a snaking tree rot, you spotted something in the water. It looked like a floating piece of dark oak wood, but rougher. You couldn't help but inspect it closer. Suddenly two pairs of red eye snapped open, it wasn't a log it was an alligator. You stayed frozen for a moment unsure of what to do next.)