Not yet. Just a short stop.

"Damnit!" Tiffany cursed again, 'That hour went by quicker than I thought.'

The trees had become more common, and sooner than she thought, Tiffany was in the middle of a forest. Her pace slowed, and she ducked behind a tree for a quick rest. She breathed deep and even, and settled her racing pulse. Then, she swung her backpack around in front of her again and fished out a water-bottle.

"Ah..." she moaned as she gulped down the cool liquid. She took several more sips before tightening the cap back on the bottle. As air filled her lungs, and the water saturated her belly, Tiffany sighed. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her, but that was the best tasting water she'd ever had.

She set the bottle down and sat beside it, her back against the tree. 'I guess it makes sense that they wouldn't put any safe-houses within an hour's run of the starting point, where's the sport in that?'

With that thought she pulled out her map again, 'Let's see if I can't figure out where I am.'

On her second inspection, the island looked vaguely phallic, but only if one really wanted to see it that way. She noted the square near the center and figured that to be the starting point. 'Twenty-five guys just left from that building so I've got a good head start on them and shouldn't have to worry for a bit.'

She saw a lot of squares clustered together on the north side of the island, 'Must be some kind of old town I guess. Probably a lot of safe-houses, but also a lot of men. Good thing I didn't head that way.'

On the south side of the island there were squares placed sporadically around the coast, but only three in the interior. Specifically: one where the lake became a river, one at the top of the first hill, and a strange one that was half on the water, half on the hill.

'I'm closest to the one by the river, shouldn't be too long to reach it. But if there's someone there he wouldn't be too far from me...'