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"Please tell me we're not going through the water," Sheva says, staring across the wide expanse before them.
"If we want to reach the checkpoint, we have to," Chris replies, checking his gun. "Besides, we may find some loot."
Sheva perks up, but only for a second, turning to stare at him. "I don't like this, Chris. Something bad is about to happen."
He raises an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"
"Get closer to the water." She replies.
As they step forward together, creepy, sinister music suddenly pitches.
"....Yeah, probably something awful is about to happen. Never mind though, we've gotta do it," Chris finally says. He doesn't move, however.
"Come on," Sheva says, as her feet slip in the mud of the bank and she almost falls in. Chris throws an arm out to steady her.
"I'll go first," He decides.
Sheva watches nervously as Chris wades into the water, music growing in intensity.
The water ripples violently.
Chris whips up his gun as a massive crocodile bursts upwards, and is promptly engulfed in the creature's maw.
"CHRIS!!" Sheva wails.
....
A moment later, he reappears. "Son of a bitch!"
Sheva approaches the water. "Come on! Come on!"
"Are you nuts. Did you not just see that," Chris demands.
"I did. They're just water puppies, we can take them." Sheva responds, wading into the water.
She tries to tase the croc that comes out of the water next, having seen how useless a gun apparently is and thinking electricity will somehow work better. Or maybe just to conserve ammo, even she's not sure.
"SHEVA!" Chris screams, as the woman is grabbed and immediately rolled under the depths.
...
She joins him again in seconds. "Stupid lizard. This is bullshit. Let's try again."
Chris mutters under his breath, shaking his head and following her.
The next few attempts are a series of the partners trying and failing to kill the crocodiles that come after them, resulting in repeated, horrible deaths.
Finally, Sheva sits on the dock, staring at the water. "What now?"
Chris thinks. "Maybe we're not supposed to kill the crocodiles," he tries.
"So....just run?"
"Just run."
A few tries later, and they're climbing up a ladder to relative safety. At least from the reptiles.
"Finally," Sheva says, water dripping off of her, out of breath from weaving around and past multiple murderous lizards.
She shatters a vase with her gun, coins falling out.
"Stop wasting bullets," Chris says.
"Sorry. Meant to use my knife."
They take a few minutes to look around, collecting loot and treasure as they do.
Eventually, Sheva glances at Chris. "These lookout things aren't connected Chris."
"I know," he responds.
"And there's no way forward from here."
"Nope."
".....So we have to do it again?"
"Guess so."
"FUCK."