[After being assaulted by various hunters all day, Sherlock was quite done with Spencer's little challenge. After sirens, survival would be even more difficult, but luckily, following the hunters' footsteps backwards wasn't, at least not for him. After reuniting with John, they'd been blazing a trail back to the man made areas of the hunting grounds. Wherever Spencer was, that scanner to remove the collars would be there too. As he seemed to be the host of the whole affair, Sherlock deduced that he must be overseeing the hunt and letting his most gracious guests take a crack at the Newcomer prey. Cameras were peppered around the jungle, so someone was watching them. It was a familiar, unsettling feeling, though Sherlock has an idea of who suggested he and John be included in this in the first place.
Along the way, they came across Amy and the old man named Aurican, splintered from a larger group planning to fight back against the hunters. Sherlock gave it little thought; as long as they have no weapons and the collars, proper victory would be impossible.
So now the rag tag group of four made it to Spencer's lodge, with the sky turning orange. Sherlock surveys the building through the guise of leaves.]
Well fortified. Darkness proofed, so a good place for someone to spend the night, if need be.
Late afternoon; by Spencer's lodge
Along the way, they came across Amy and the old man named Aurican, splintered from a larger group planning to fight back against the hunters. Sherlock gave it little thought; as long as they have no weapons and the collars, proper victory would be impossible.
So now the rag tag group of four made it to Spencer's lodge, with the sky turning orange. Sherlock surveys the building through the guise of leaves.]
Well fortified. Darkness proofed, so a good place for someone to spend the night, if need be.