I struggled to fight off another horde of infected Matoran as I went.
The strange figure that had helped me earlier on in my adventure ran across the shore. "Hey, you there," I cried. "Help me to fight of these zombie Matoran back here!"
To my suprise, the mysterious figure ignored me, and I soon realized this newcomer was not the friend of mine I thought it was.
"Strange," I mumbled to myself as I hit a zombie Matoran with one of my weapons.
"Quick!!" called my actual ally, gesturing towards a large stony, sandy cliff.
I followed him into a cave, trying to regain my breath, and breathing heavilly.
My friend led me through the dark area, through a series of twisting tunnels and secret passage ways.
"Phew," I panted. "That was close!"
"Too close!" my ally shouted.
Just behind me I felt a claw on my back.
To be continued...On the Land to The North chapter 4.