Zmerr caught the sound of fast-approaching footsteps. This person could really run! He turned his head back to see if he could catch sight of his pursuer. Suddenly, the ground dropped out from beneath him and he tumbled into a tree. He sat up, dazed a little. The tree then moved. He looked up to realize that it wasn't a tree at all! It was a man. A [i]huge[/i] man. 

At the sight of a human, Zmerr jumped to his feet and tried to run again, but this time, his legs wouldn't work. A searing pain shot through his left leg and he crashed to the ground again with a loud yelp. He looked at his leg. It was already swelling. Undoubtedly broken. 

He looked up at the man with pleading eyes, hoping he wouldn't kill him. Then he noticed the other being. A tall, equally large woman-like figure with red skin and a blood-thirsty grin on her face. Another wave of fear coursed through his body and he began to shiver. This was not looking good for him. Ten minutes ago, he was the only one on the island that he knew of and now he was the weakest. He reached for his plasma rifle as he had dropped the pistol when he fell.

He couldn't find the rifle! He looked around him and saw the mass that was his pack -- including his rifle -- hanging in the low branches of an ancient evergreen. It was a good ten steps away from him and a completely hopeless distance to cover in his condition. He was completely at the mercy of these three beings.