Far Cry 3: OC story Excerpt

Keva woke on the ground, confused and disoriented; but then it all came flooding back. Instinct took over, as she immediately streched her senses; she could feel the unconsious bodies of her friends around her, all of them were un-bound. Not much time seemed to have passed since their capture, so they were not expected to wake up soon. Old Instincts kicked in. There was nothing she could do for them now; all she could do was survive and save herself. With that, Keva immediately popped up from the sand, and hauled ass into the nearby jungle; trying to reach put as much distance between her and there, before her absence was noticed. A light rain started to drizzle; until it became a downpour.
She had been running for about ten minutes straight, and was still not tired. Even so, she slowed a bit; the rain would hide most of her trail. Besides, she was in the wilderness again. Her element. Just like all the other times, she was being hunted. She needed to take precautions.
Keva searched the ground until she found what she was looking for; a small puddle. She wasted no time reaching down to scoop up a heaping amount of mud; proceeding to spread it over every single exposed bit of skin she could find. When she was finished, she readied herself to move again, when she heard a shout from half a mile behind her.
"You fucks! How could you have lost her!" It was surprising to her how long they took to notice. "She couldnt have gotten far! Find her!" Welp, the hunt was on. Again.
Keva vaulted to her feet, keeping low and staying as silent as possible while she proceeded to try and put as much distance between the voice and her; taking in any possible hiding places in case they got too near. She was tired, in pain, and probably had a concussion from when they knocked her out. Still, she kept going; she had dealt with worse.